Skeleton Sketches-Poetry and the Visual Arts

Sketch by Quinn Clarice Mae for an assignment to imagine a model without skin.

What does it feel like to be a skeleton

But not know you’re dead?

It started at a tea party,

my fascination with skeleton’s

about town.

I called her Lady Ellsbeth.

She sat carefully perched

on the piano bench called

into service for extra seating.

Lady Ellsbeth arrived late.

Her tea was really quite hot.

She perched it on her pelvic bones

her hands being busy supporting

her on the bench. Occasionally

a vertebra fell. Carefully, she’d

tuck the offender under her feet

like an unfelt stool. Odd, you say.

But you’ve never been one

I’d guess, a skeleton at tea, that is.

Janice DeRuiter Eskridge 2019

Pen and ink sketch by Quinn Clarice Mae DeRuiter

I really wish this gentlemen had stayed,

buried that is. There’s quite a hole in his head.

I know since he had taken a selfie.

He was quite enamored with this craze.

Clinched in his dead teeth, a smoke

dangling from an elegant ebony holder.

The right side of his head was missing.

No, not all, just a neat bite like half circle.

The grave seems a most fearsome place.

No wonder I keep meeting skeletons

as men and ladies about town but

how on earth did they get out?

Janice DeRuiter Eskridge 2019

Pen and Ink Sketch by Quinn Clarice Mae DeRuiter

Then I met him. Corporal Clement by name.

A most dapper fellow dressed in full uniform

circa Briton, WWI, is my guess.

“What am I missing?” he cries as he wanders about.

Fingers, some teeth and some ears weren’t there.

But I don’t think his fellow escapees could tell him.

Dig up as many as he likes. They weren’t there.

Clearly his gas mask is gone. I’m sure that’s why

he’s down to bone and fabric. But his gun,

multi-purpose after death, could dig up various

skeletal parts to help in his endless search.

But he hadn’t counted on these high society types

who were absolutely no help being obsessed

as they were with life in the 21st,

century not infantry.

Janice DeRuiter Eskridge 2019

Lady Ellsbeth, Wife of Sir Thomas Ellsbeth 1645-1682.

Sir Charles Haworth IV 1792-1840.

Corporal Alexander Clement 1898-1917

About the Art and the Artist: The artist, Quinn DeRuiter, majors in art at the University of Omaha. She just finished a semester abroad at the Studio Arts College International in Florence, Italy, For the first sketch students were asked to draw the live model as though she didn’t have skin. There will be more skeletons featured here since I find them fascinating. Quinn posts on Instagram as femme fatale_quinn.

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Shadow Selfie as Self Realization Art

In a picture of the black and white lines of a playground,

I find myself an alien being with angled arms, tilted head

And strangely straight legs. Where is the crooked woman

I see in the mirror? Yes, arms and head are akimbo to take the shot but

Look at the legs, they are straight so is my body.

What magic is this?

In the parking lot suddenly another is there.

Look at her all straight-legs, even body not curving left.

The next time we arrive at the park, I see tree shadows on the parking lot.

An idea-I love trees. As I do my morning stretches, I look at the sturdy oaks on the hills

Around the house. Straight, strong their roots go into the earth

And grab on. I want that to be me sturdy and reaching into the earth.

The. Idea-

Becomes reality. Standing in front of the shadow tree,

I become part of the tree. Legs expand the trunk.

Look how solid we are.

My head is nestled in with the leaves and branches.

I become young green and able to wind bend.

Another idea-

What fun. Tree and I are crossing the line.

Rebels we trick what is real. What is not.

We shadows are real. Possibilities travel in the sap

Of our strength. Even if only for the moment of this

Late sun time, I am strong, straight. My stick, a new root,

Cracks macadam and drives straight into the earth.

I leave the possible world with another new idea.

Only the concrete posts of chain link fences

Share my shadow ground. The links have disappeared.

I am surrounded by post shadows

Of my expanding strength.

What is possible?

Janice DeRuiter Eskridge 2019

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The Artist-Poetry and the Visual Arts

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Selfie by Quinn Clarice Mae DeRuiter

The Artist

I walked behind the old city at twilight.

There, a wood called to me.

Entering it wrapped me in a twilight mystery.

Eyes, I felt them just there behind a wall

topped with a strange silver pattern

of stretched and twisted humming hieroglyphs.

Behind and through it, the staring eyes

of an autumn girl.  She was part of the whole

yet a separate meaning.  She stared straight

ahead and through me intent on the last

near purple magic of coming night.

 

Morning, I hurried to the wood.  Eyes glowing

she smiled but nothing more.

 

In the city, they said I’d glimpsed the golden

owl that lent his stories to the wood.

 

But I couldn’t let her go.  At sunset, 

I was there again.  So was the autumn girl

staring at the setting sun.  Following her gaze

I saw a tree with leaves bursting with golden fire.

It whispered perhaps sang.

 

Back in the city, I found the autumn girl

seated on a wall bathed in the setting sun.

Her glowing pen drew magic.

 

Lost inside, I walked into her world

and made it mine. 

                      Janice Eskridge © 2019 

About the art and the artist:  Quinn Clarice Mae DeRuiter is an art major at the University of Omaha.  She just returned from a semester of study abroad at the Studio Arts College International in Florence, Italy.  “The Woman on the Wall” post was her art that she did outside of class.  This photo was a selfie assigned by a teacher in Florence.  As Quinn commented on Instagram, ‘The selfie skills it required to take this photo were next level.’  Quinn posts on Instagram as femmefatale_quinn.  

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Meet Tacara’s Moishe Meshindi-The long haired dog

I mentioned the long haired dog at the end of my last post.  I thought it only fair that you meet him.  Moishe is a Belgian Shepherd Tervuren.  This breed is long haired and are very, very intent herding dogs.  We keep Moishe busy doing agility and chasing balls.  I also do long distance obedience with him.  So with no further ado meet Moishe our very furry child.

Alert Moishe

Moishe is an avid TV watcher.  He polices football when it gets too rough.  Worries about other dogs.  Barks when they don’t do what he wants.  Enjoys Animal Planet TV.  Lions, tigers, elephants, monkeys etc. are amazing.

Moishe watches TV

Here you see the very distinctive Terv ears.  Soft and wonderful to pet, they identify the breed from a distance.

When you own a Terv you are never alone ANYWHERE!  Go to the bathroom?  Forget it door pushing, getting in behind you, door guarding, all skills that seem to be bred into the dog.

Moishe/me last night trailer

This is the Moishe and I in our Lance 2375.  We had to buy a trailer with enough space for Moishe to be with us wherever we are inside.  No not the bathroom here, but hallway beside?  Yes!  Here you can see the distinctive male terv ‘mane.’  (Although Moishe could do with a brushing.  Sorry Busy!)

Next comes eating and the ever present Terv interested in sharing your plate.

moishe begs for food

I am disabled.  Moishe and I do Motor Scooter Agility.  quite the challenge for me.  He’s a wonder at paying attention.  I have many rules to follow-like pointing scooter towards next piece of equipment, worry about which side of me he’s on.

M & I at agility

irresistable MoisheI leave you with irresistible Moishe.  The classic Terv ‘I’m so adorable how could you ever ignore me.’

Goodbye from Moishe and I.  My companion, my nurse when I don’t feel well and a faithful follower of my husband Jack.  May you all have some fur in your life.

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Final Stages of Spring A University Parking Lot & Beyond from an iphone

We couldn’t get into the parking lot.  Here are views from the road.  See how California turns from its short green spring to the long gold of summer.

 

By the time the gates were open and we made it back to the parking lot, it glowed with Calfornia brown and shading green trees.

California gold shines at sunset and peaks out of the shadows.

 

But in case your worried about blossoms, California has gifts for summer.

 

I and my iphone have said goodbye to the parking lot and its surprising images.

The grass is too full of stickers for a long haired dog.

 

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Woman on the Wall-Poetry & the Visual Arts

woman on the wall

from a collage in soft pastels and pen by Quinn Clarice Mae DeRuiter

The Woman on the Wall

carries stories hidden behind her closed eyes.

Her vibrant red lips

sealed

shut,

 

a story speaks in a blue feather.

Its whisper touches her shuttered eye.

A tear escapes.  Grazes the feather. 

Whispers the truth she carries

dark and deep

but alive with hope.

 

Someday she will tumble

from the wall.

Her feather, safe in her black hair,

lies tucked under the bird nest bun

that perches on her head

hat like but trembling 

with new born birds.

 

Free, her stories birth as words.

The words & birds grow together

until the birds fly them both away.

 

The woman finds laughter.

Her eyes fly open.

They cannot stop staring.

Janice Eskridge ©2019

Quinn is my granddaughter.  She created this drawing on her own time during an art day she carved out for her self. She wanted to do a collage and liked mixing the woman, the feather and the bird next bun.  Currently Quinn is an art major at the University of Omaha.  She just finished a semester abroad studying art in Florence, Italy.  My poetic side likes her art.  I will share more double art and writing adventures in the coming weeks.  Quinn is on Instagram as femmefatale_quinn.  

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Stages of Spring from a University Parking Lot

 

March in Bay Area California-the grass is new green.  The trees think flowers.

At twilight trees lengthen their shadows.  Here and there the basic shapes of silvertone instead of color.

 

Later the trees in full bloom catch some sun while the sun plays hide and seek.

 

Spring begins to lose its brief season of bloom and green.  The grass shows heads which means one thing in California-brown will begin to creep in.  The blossom start showing leaves.  Fallen petals pile like snow on the edges of the parking lot.

All photos taken with an iphone X

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Under a Black Diamond Sun-Poetry from Art

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Under a Black Diamond Sun,

a green tree mountain

In the valley below

2 rivers one carries the coming black night

the other the sunfire

of day giving way

I stand between them

they merge to carry me home

turning I see him coming

home goes in the front door

I the back  we merge

as two people who each

 carry home

                     Janice Eskridge © 2019

From the Artist, Zach DeRuiter:

I made the picture on wood by chipping in the landscape and star with my wood working tools then burning the landscape for its shading. For the aurora, I used different colored dyes to stain the wood. Finally, for the star I used black paint.

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The Light before Sunset from the iPhone and the Poet


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Through the Window

 

through the window

I exercise in front of our west facing windows. 

Through one window a pair 

of oak trees stand on top of a hill.

The trees say I must speak for them.

When California burned and smoked the air,

I imagined them.

In rain clear air,

we look one to the other.

Their roots grip the hill. 

I try to model them,

sink my burning feet into the floor.

“Notice,”  they say,

“we don’t bend or break.

Our tops rounded we cling

to the earth.”

Pushing down on the walker

I use for parallel bars,

I raise myself on my toes.

I pretend I have roots sinking.

For one brief moment, I am straight

                  grounded.

Listening to oak wisdom,

I breathe into the coming day.

               Janice DeRuiter Eskridge © 2018  

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