Monday, November 6, 2017

Welcome to my new site

As you can see, I have finally managed to get my website up.  I prefer to spend my time creating my art, but since I am doing a show in April, I know it is important to have a website, so here I am!


This weekend I spent some time working on a series of abstract paintings - these are 8 inch by 8 inch canvas and acrylic paint -






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I think these be hung vertically or horizontally -


 


Saturday, August 8, 2015



Dill Pickle Relish
by Shelley Bain

Onions
Cucumbers
Bell peppers
Garlic

Wispy
Dark green
Ferny
Leaves,

Light brown
Oval
Convex seeds

Atop an umbrella
Of delicate
Yellow green fronds

Chopped cucumbers
and garlic
Simmering in
Vinegar

Onions and peppers
burning your eyes
tingling your nose

Tangy
Sour
Oh so sweet

Dill pickle relish
Packed in jars

On the shelves.

Friday, August 7, 2015



An Unbeautiful Face

by Shelley Bain 
An unbeautiful face
stares,
at an unbeautiful face.

Gleaming pearls
spilling
into the palm of her hand
one
two
ten
twenty.

Lustrous saffron pearls.

An unbeautiful face
stares,
at an unbeautiful face.

Gleaming pearls
nestled
in the palm of her hand
one
two
ten
twenty.

An empty vial.

An unbeautiful face
stares,
at an unbeautiful face

and swallows

lustrous saffron pearls.

some more journaling -








Thursday, August 6, 2015

My poem and the journal pages to illustrate it:

Call me Crone
By Shelley Bain











Well-worn woman
old, rawboned.

Never—

Wise woman
Vibrant, voluptuous—

Once
maiden,
full of youth’s passion— laden
with eagerness for summer.

Underestimated strong savvy
Maiden,
lover of intercourse, exploring delightful-uninhibited wonder—
wise guidance sought
knowledge attained
Goddess revealed.

The waxing moon.

Forever
Mother
nurturer, protector—another
springtime, bountiful earth transformed.
Selfless, compassionate caretaker
Mother,
Lover of fulfillment from life freely shared—
fierce with emotions,
fecundity and grace,
Goddess reborn.

The full moon.

Behold
the Crone
wise woman grown
 from the chill of winter, the evanescence of earth.

Wise teacher, peaceful consort,
Crone,
Provides sage counsel, imparts sacred wisdom—
Conscious, empowered; ready
to rewrite the story of aging,
Goddess fulfilled.

The waning moon.


Call me Crone.

I've been doing some art journaling for the past few months so I thought I'd try to share some of my pages here.