Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Ledger Art Memorializes Life


original art and poetry
by Catherine Castle
 
I recently discovered a new art form which I have claimed for my own artistic purposes—Ledger Art.

 Ledger Art is an adaptation of Plains Indian hide painting that developed as buffalo hides became sparse.

Before the Plains tribes were forced onto reservations they had a tradition of painting their personal stories on buffalo hides, shields, tipis, and clothing. The men usually painted representational pictures of life happenings. The women painted abstract, geometrical designs. After the Indians were forced onto reservations and buffalo hides became scarce Plains artists began painting and drawing on paper, canvas, and muslin.  The art is drawn in one-dimensional outlines and filled in with bright colors. As used ledger pages and other written-upon materials were passed to the Indian artists, they began to draw over the written words, not wasting any materials they could use as canvases.

In recent years Ledger Art has had a resurgence. Contemporary ledger artists still draw and paint on antique ledger paper when they can find it, but they have added other sources of paper, including old maps, sheet music, railroad tickets, and other documents as their canvases. Often artists create juxtapositions between the paper’s content and what they have drawn. Many contemporary artists still use the flat, one-dimensional style of drawing. Others have begun to create more three-dimensional art on ledger canvases.

After reading about Ledger Art in one of my native American magazines, I was captivated by the art samples I saw. I went on an internet  search and found more examples. I’ve included a couple of links so you can see this fantastic work. I especially love Dolores Purdy Corcoran’s ledger art.



Although contemporary ledger artists often use ledger art to honor pre-reservation culture or comment on, or poke fun at, the world around them, I found a new use for ledger art. Using my poetry, I have begun to create my own form of ledger art, placing hand-drawn images, or computer images of pictures I’ve taken, on top of the poems, which I place on blue-lined notebook paper.

At first I struggled with using a form of art that claims to be an exclusively American Indian art form. Then it occurred to me I have Choctaw blood in my ancestry. I’m a little bit Indian. I can also draw those one-dimensional figures, and using my poems I can create my own ledger paper. Once I got that notion in my head there was no stopping the creative juices. I stayed up late several nights as the ideas for poem-related ledger art, and ledger art written on my own music compositions flowed from my brain. Granted, I might not have the artistic skills of some of the contemporary ledger artists today, and most of what I create will never see the inside of an art gallery, but what I’m creating is in the spirit of the art form, since many of the poems I’m planning on using have a relationship to things that have happened in my life and my family’s life. I think it will make a nice legacy for my daughter to have one day.

The only thing I need now is a few more hundred hours a week to create everything I want to write, draw, and compose. Ah, being an artist is such a problem. J

 

Monday, December 21, 2015

Christmas Hope



Long ago
In a stable dark,
A little babe was born,
And hope came to
This darkened world
That blessed Christmas morn.
From Adam's time
The curse came down,
And all creation groaned.
A God-shaped void
In all men's hearts
And for his soul__ no home.
Through Adam's choice,
God ordained a time
That Satan's wiles would rule...
To allow for man
Himself, to see
Satan's scheme as dark and cruel.
Through sin, man's heart
Was altered,
He could not see his pain
As coming from
His own wrong choice...
On God, he placed the blame.
God promised,
The day He gave the curse
That He someday would redeem...
His word proclaimed
His creation to save
Through the birth of His Son__ the King.
Down through the ages
Man went his way
Though God's word was strong and clear...
His grace extended
To all who chose
In His power and name to fear.
Then one night in a stable,
Dark and dirty
As heart's full of sin...
A tiny child
Was born to a world
That offered no more room than the inn.
The angels sang...
The shepherds kneeled...
The wisemen traveled far...
All to see a child
Whose destiny
Was a Cross of pain and scars.
And today,
Men still are puzzled...
"Why would I a Savior need?"
Their hearts are dark...
Their minds are dim...
They were weaned on Satan's creed.
In the quiet
Of a thoughtful moment
When, unwilling,
We admit our need__
We know the relationship's broken,
His offer
We know we must heed.
His return is quickly approaching__
Long prophesied
More than His birth__
The Hope of the Ages__
To a world forlorn__
He is God__ His judgment is sure.
The Savior,
To know all our trials,
As a baby, chose to be born...
So come on your knees to the stable__
To the hope
Of that first Christmas morn!

Ó Norma Gail Thurston Holtman, 2001 

About the author: 
Norma Gail’s debut contemporary Christian romance, Land of My Dreams, released in April 2014. She has led weekly women’s Bible studies for 20 years. Her devotionals and poetry have appeared at ChristianDevotions.us, the Stitches Thru Time blog, and in “The Secret Place.” She is a member of American Christian Fiction Writers, FaithWriters, Romance Writers of America, and the New Mexico Christian Novelists. Norma is a former RN who lives in the mountains of New Mexico with her husband of 39 years. They have two adult children.
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Book Links:
Lighthouse Publishing of the Carolinas Bookstore: http://store.lpcbooks.com/product/land-of-my-dreams/

Monday, December 16, 2013

Elizabeth Surprised, A Christmas Meditation

I write about women--historical, living, and fictional. It's no wonder then that Christmas finds me contemplating the blessed event of Jesus birth, life, resurrection, and provision for our salvation through the eyes of the women in Jesus' earthly life. In this case, Elizabeth, a relative to Mary, the mother of Jesus.



ELIZABETH
I thought I knew God.
Then He surprised me.
Again.
Me, well along in years, ripe with child?
A son.

When Mary stood before me
bright as afternoon sunshine,
I knew God’s gift of surprise had touched her life, too.
Each of us carrying sons.
Mine, the preparation for God’s Way,
Who was already thriving in my relative’s womb.

Both of us blessed women.
Subjects of God’s surprising ways.

© 2013 Mona Hodgson

Read Elizabeth’s Story: Luke 1:5-25, 39-80
Verse to Contemplate: "Watch and pray so that you will not fall into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Matthew 26:41
Points to Ponder: Elizabeth’s age was of little consequence to God and His ability to engage her in His Divine purposes. The same is true of you. No matter how young or old you might be or feel, God has a plan for you. We don't have to feel qualified or able. God is capable. Always. Be ready. Look for His surprising ways.
Merry Christmas to you and yours! In this holiday season and in the New Year  fast upon us, may God's surprising ways delight and comfort you, equip and inspire you.
In God's amazing grace,
Mona