A Poem a day/ the 27th of April 2013

Black me, black me, beauty blessed

Beam me, beam me, blossom blunt

Bear me, bear me, and break that broken brittle badge

Bees are buzzing me, bless and buzz me brave and bold

Thy bareheaded queens behold.

Blackness me, darkness me, blessed beauty of the beast

Shine me, shine me, thy flowering birds and beaks

Carry me, carry me, and break that broken fragile shield

Buzz me bee, bless me and swarm me brave and bold

Let your bare-headed bridal queens be amazed.

Svärta mig, svärta mig, välsignade vackerhet

gläns mig, gläns mig, blommande brokiga blad

Bär mig, bär mig och bryt den brutna sköra skölden

Bi surra mig, välsigna mig och svärma mig modig och djärv

Låt dina barhuvade drottningar häpna.

Svartur mér, svartur mig, fegurð blessuð

Geisla mig, geisla mig, blóma barefli

Bera mig, bera mig og brjóta þessi brotinn brothætt skjöldur

Býflugur eru buzzing mig, blessa og munnmæli mig hugrakkur og djarfur

Thy bareheaded drottningarnar sjá.

No, this poem is not meant to be clear to read like icy water, it´s more like nonsens, playing with words and the meaning of the word,  The translation into icelandic may be wrong, (you may correct me) but the language is so poetic in every word, so maybe we can amnage anyway.

A Poem a Day in April/ the 26th of April 2013

http://www.napowrimo.net

NAPOWRIM0  ask you and me to write a poem a day. This is my contribution:

Today

Blue is running across the sky and swallows the gray.

Green crawls out of the ground and eat the dead colors up.

The very small one fetches the sun 

and throw the rain away to the place where the flowers are crying.

On another day.

Idag

Blå springer över himlen och sväljer det grå.

Grönt kryper upp ur marken och äter upp de förmultnades färger.

Den lilla hämtar solen

 och kastar bort regnet till den plats där blommorna gråter.

Till en annan dag.

I dag

Blue gangi yfir himininn og gleypir það grár.

Grænn skríður upp úr jörðinni og borða upp förmultnades litum.

Þessi litla ná í sólina 

og henda rigningu til þess staðar þar sem blóm eru að gráta.

Á öðrum degi.



När jag målar grönt,
så är det inte gräs
när jag målar blått,
så är det inte himmel.

Henri Matisse

Men det här är inte en Matisse,
det är en Nordin

 When I put green,
it is not grass
when I put blue,
it is not the sky.

Henri Matisse

But this is not Matisse,
this is Nordin.

collage: the girl and the bird

flicka med fågel

the girl and the bird

collage

dripping

färg som droppar

så se vad jag hittade i lådan. en gammal droppmålning, inspirerad förstås av Jackson Pollock.

Så låt det droppa, låt det drippa. Låt det oväntade få en chans.

Ta pappret mellan händerna och låt färgen gunga fram och tillbaka som ett innanhav på ditt papper. 

So look what I found in the drawers, an old drip painting inspired by Pollock of course.

So let it drip!

Take your paper between your hand and let the coulour swing gently like the waves in an ocean on your paper.

eaten fish uppäten fisk

still life , stilleben

can you paint what no more exist

will you remember what no more are

this fish is eaten and still tell us about

 what once was here

and by the way

who has been sitting on the chair

and who has eaten the fish,

what can the abscence tell us

and remember to paint the in between

kan du måla det som inte längre är

kommer du att minnas det som inte längre finns

fisken är uppäten men kan fortfarande berätta att den en gång var här

och föresten

vem satt på stolen

och vem åt upp fisken

vad kan frånvaron berätta

och som dom säger på krokikurserna:

glöm inte bort att måla mellanrummet

be bold, be proud, be beautiful

So this week I have been doing a serie of frottages.

And this is one of them.

 I haven´t given it a name,

 but surley it´s a proud one.

 As we said when we were even younger:

Be bold,

be proud ,

be beautiful!

Denna vecka har jag gjort frottage som Max Ernst.

the little orchestra/ den lilla orkestern

       akryl på duk, acrylic colour on canvas/ sold

Music, musicians, dance and the instruments are all  inspiring.

They are all common themes in paintings and in sketching as well as in our lives.

I´m a next to constant humming, drumming person and there is almost always a  tune lingering about in my head when I´m in a good mood.

Yes, and we have all that heartbeat following us through our life as also those first waves pushing to our ears before we even were born.

And we haven´t  yet been talking about the dancing shoes and the rhytm of our work.

These young musicians in the picture were playing in the schoolyard some years ago.

I carried them home in my head and made this painting.



akvarell på papper
water colour on paper



angel walking/ ängel som promenerar

musikanter/ musicians



 


akryl på duk
Lisbeth Nordin

 



blue harvestlady

big and blue lady under the harvestmoon
blå kvinna under skördemånen
acrylic colour on canvas/sold

musik för en liten fågel
music for a little bird
oil on canvas/sold

flicka med flöjt
girl with a flute
acrylic on canvas

riding in the sky

riding in the sky
ryttare i skyn
acrylic on canvas/akryl på duk

in the chamber of study

in the chamber of study
i studerkammaren
sketch, chaircoal on canvas
kol på duk

twins from heaven




twins from heaven
or should we say
riders in the sky?
acrylic on canvas
himlens ryttar
eller ska vi säga tvillingar på himlavalvet

 

den lilla orkestern
the little orchestra
acrylic on canvas/sold

little bird of mine
fågelfröken
acrylic on canvas/sold