Feb 4
I’m working on a Valentines animatic of Night Wind and West Wind to the song “Red Flags” by Tom Cardy!
Plan to get this done by the 14th!~
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I’m working on a Valentines animatic of Night Wind and West Wind to the song “Red Flags” by Tom Cardy!
Plan to get this done by the 14th!~
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Unico and west wind to journey wind
Get away from me. Come Closer.
And the speck of my heart, in my shed of flesh and bone, began to sing out, the way the sun would sing if the sun could sing, if light had a mouth and a tongue, if the sky had a throat, if god wasn’t just an idea but shoulders and a spine, gathered from everywhere, even the most distant planets, blazing up. Where am I? Even the rough words come to me now, quick as thistles. Who made your tyrant’s body, your thirst, your delving, your gladness? Oh tiger, oh bone-breaker, oh tree on fire! Get away from me. Come closer.
— Mary Oliver, "West Wind #3" in "West Wind: Poems and Prose Poems (Houghton Mifflin, May 1997) (via Alive on All Channels)
I believe in death. I believe it is the last wonderful work.
from "Shelley" by Mary Oliver in West Wind
Language is, in other words, not necessary, but voluntary. If it were necessary, it would have stayed simple; it would not agitate our hearts with ever-present loveliness and ever-cresting ambiguity; it would not dream, on its long white bones, of turning into song.
from "Three Songs" by Mary Oliver in West Wind
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The Meeting of the Winds
The Northwind met with the Southwind On the wide ways of the sky, And the air turned frost as the clouds were tossed To in confusion lie; For the Northwind raged at the Southwind To buffet her where she flew, But the Southwind smiled like one beguiled As her flower-sweet breath she blew.
The Northwind turned to the Southwind, And saw her that she was fair; With laugh of delight, with eyes of night, And back-blown sun-bronzed hair. And the Southwind knew him, the Northwind, And saw him that he was strong; With face to command, and a mighty hand To whip his gusts along.
The Southwind sang to the Northwind, "I am warmer than love, or fire, And I know thy goal is the Southern Pole, But thou art my heart's desire"; And the Northwind answered the Southwind, "Wanderer, wait with me then: Thy singing is sweet; 'tis well that we meet: Make me thy music again."
The Southwind kissed to the Northwind, And the Northwind clasped her hands; While the wrath was hushed of the gales that rushed Full wild o'er the seas and lands. And there, twixt the earth and heavens, At twilight or at morn, Midst waitings from flowers in far-off bowers, The delicate Spring was born. by William Francis Barnard
Viento Oeste - Sabine Beyerle , 2025.
German , b. 1975 -
Oil and acrylic on canvas , 40 x 30 cm.
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