A Poem For Us All

Our Cosmic Blast

is the greatest enigma

the lightflash of love’s beginnings

middles

and endings.

In this cyber driven time the machinations that direct our eyes, our hearts, our feet, our hands, mouths and mind lead us to a new perspective informed by hyper-communal awareness and rampant self obliviousness. We just don’t know what we are really doing.

In our ultimately light filled state- the Cosmic Splendor- the miraculous moment reveals to us a heightened clarity due to letting go of this confusion and we understand our place inside this eternal act of creation. It is always there.

It is a wild dance of living as form and light and love.

before

We sat together in candlelight

our wayward spirits drinking  to unleash our tongues and disarm our darkened hearts

we talked about fixing the furnishings of the broken bits of our lives

we started believing we had found a unifying solution to our loneliness

forgetting that the designs and circumstances we presented

were flawed

after

We saw the light and love and cherished that in the world and in each other.

We drank essential water knowing we are as good as the quality of this compound.

We drew new designs to reflect our time.

We held hands in the community and said thank you, over and over again.

We felt our flaws become the connective tissue in our hearts and souls

and understood the seismological nature of our earthly minds.

 

a  poem by Taintor revised 3/11/18 (original dated 3/30/16)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Open Studios May 3-4, 2014 ! A Call for Exhibitors…

 

Hear ye, hear ye…

Artists, dance, poets, theater,  writers, and other performers! People of good spirit who live to inspire others-

What?

You are hereby invited to participate as an exhibitor at the Artists of Salmon Falls, Spring Open Studio Weekend in Rollinsford, New Hampshire.

Why?

To share your  creativity, vision and passion for art.

When is the event?

Sat.and Sun. May 3, 4 10-5 pm

How?

By beautifying, creating, demonstrating, installing, and/or performing your art in an empty studio for the weekend. Yes, you may collaborate!

Cost?

No Cash Charge.

So, What do you have to give?

Your commitment to create and maintain an inviting, positive and recharging space for visitors to the Open Studio Weekend.

If this sounds like something you’d like to do…Just do it!  Deadline: April 2^nd, 2014.

Limited Spaces are available!

Contact-

Taintor Davis Child

taintorchild@gmail.com

Subject line: Artist Exhibit Open Studio

Include in your message a brief inquiry and/or Proposal and contact information

This is not a solicitation for vendors or sales!

If you are an Interested Vendor- Deadline April 2, 2014.

The cost is a deal… 50$ for the weekend to share a studio space with 3-4 other vendors.

Please contact:

George Emmons

http://www.gre@gremmonsphotography.com

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Open Studios May 3-4, 2014 ! A Call for Exhibitors…

Earthbound

In this time of being profoundly bound by this Earth’s wild and unruly manifestations my visual art has become a more necessary practice than ever. This radiating mandala of color is a tribute to our essential home, our one and only Earth. I was asked if Kente cloth designs inspired this work by a worldly visitor to my April 2021 Exhibit at Riverstones Custom Frame Shop in Rochester, NH. https://www.facebook.com/RiverStonesCustomFraming/ I had not considered any one particular cultural art and/or craft work when I painting this design and recognize that I am an artist influenced by the world that I have been exposed to in this lifetime. I can see the woven effect here evoked by my approach in acrylic paint and appreciate the similarities to the spectrum of rich colors in woven Kente Cloths. https://africa.si.edu/exhibits/kente/strips.htm This painting is on canvas, 20 by 20 inches and priced $1000.00

-Taintor

green is the color of one

green is the color of one and many

sons’ eyes

daughters’ thoughts

trees leaves

all of our heart

chakra chakra chakra chakras

green is the color of one

heart opening again to itself

-a cotyledon taking a stand-

it is the color telling us

to Go and Live and Love and Be!

TDC_1/1/19

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

End of December

twelve is a number we know well

she defines our time with her open face and unabashed ticking

from our wrists, pockets

and clumsily decorated walls

it is the end of December

Christmas celebrants have come and gone

marking this 12th month with more poignancy than ever before

the child’s enthusiasm for newness and unfettered wonder is recalled and blessed

the mother’s manifestation of celebration and then grief

-leaves her residing in a full emptiness of quiet, born from unions and departures –

and candles are lit around the world for our collective and primal knowing that this is

precious and unbearably fleeting

sing together

hold hands with one another

call upon the friend or neighbor who lives alone

hold the wonder, the love, the joy

of our circuitous and measured time.

-TDC 12/30/18

 

 

 

 

about new works in her latest collection; Egret Meets Heron

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A Little Something, Open Studios

Egret Meets Heron

Or-When I am looking

12 new works on paper from Taintor Davis Child

 These were gifts; the sighting of two great and delicate birds, the return of a friend in the midst of his own migration, the invitation to exhibit my art here at a Little Something for the month of November.

Early one Sunday morning near the beginning of August 2018, I went to work in the studio and noticed a flutter of white out the window. Upon looking I discovered that a Great White Egret had landed on the rocks in the river below. Seconds later in the early dawn light, a purple figure descended and landed next to the Egret. I was to learn later that it was a Little Blue Heron. The Heron’s wings never folded or settled and it was decided quietly that a prolonged visit would not occur. I watched the Heron disappear downstream and reappear above, having circled back to make a streamlined and westward exit. The Egret paid no attention and spent forty minutes or so wandering around the rocks in pursuit of breakfast. It became apparent that it was young, perhaps on its first solo journey. This Egret was whiter and more luminous than anything I’d ever seen. I watched it gingerly step and occasionally leap/fly around the falls, while taking some pictures with my phone, but mostly I drank in the scene with my eyes and heart. In a new moment, the Egret was alerted by the sound of a Crow’s caw and with a gentle leap into the air, rose to take its heartbreaking beauty to other spots along the river. Thus ended that morning’s meditation from my studio window and began these visual etudes. Enjoy!               –Taintor

The following pieces were documented as viewed and created in her Making Marks Studio #347, Upper Mill, Salmon Falls, Rollinsford, NH. 03869

For the month of November 2018, they are showing at “A Little Something”, 11 Paul St. South Berwick, ME. 03908

1. Heralds of Summer/ ink and watercolor on paper, @13 by 13 inches, 480.00

2. Flying Solo/ watercolor on paper, @11 by 7 inches, 390.00

 

3. Landing Spot/ watercolor on paper, @13 by 15 inches, 480.00

 

4. Dusk Gathers/ ink and watercolor on paper, @ 12 by 16 inches, 480.00

 

5.  Visitor to the Falls/ ink and watercolor on paper, 11.5 by 25 inches, 480.00

 

6. Dream Flight/ ink and watercolor, graphite on paper, @13 by 20 inches, 390.00

 

7. From the Marsh/ graphite, color pencil and watercolor, @ 12 by15 inches, 390.00

8. Little Blue’s Arrival/ ink on paper with ornamental paper and beeswax, 13 by 23 inches, 720.00

9. Soul in Flight/ ink on paper, 12.5 by 12.5 inches, 570.00

10. Gathering Air/ ink, watercolor, yasutomo paints, 12 by16.5 inches, 480.00

11. A Greeting/ gouache, ink, yasutomo paints, 18 by 15.5 inches, 480.00

 

 

12. A Thin Veil/ graphite, ink, yasutomo paints, 480.00

 

 

 

 

 

 

when doubt tries to take a walk

It was over coffee that she nearly dispersed

took her little doubtful face and trepidatious feet right on out that summer cafe’s slapping screen door

she did implore – gave a twisted look back through the dripping old glass paned window

and I shook her off

took a second sip and looked at you

her keys jingled in my pocket

and listened for those familiar fearful feet

always wanting more.

7.27.18

next edition…

It was over coffee that she nearly dispersed
took her little doubtful face and trepidatious feet right on out that summer cafe’s slapping screen door

oh yeah, she did implore – gave a twisted look back through the dripping old glass paned window
I shook her off, took a second sip
and looked at you

her keys jingled in my pocket
we listened to those familiar fearful feet returning for more. 7.27.18

 

 

 

 

What Connects Us All

A life thread that connects All of us

Making Oceans from rain and rivers

Melting from Mountaintops and coursing as

Primal roads, linking people, power and commerce

We taste of it in courage and fear-

Our blood, and paint are made of water.

_ TDC

The finished mural is on the 3rd floor of the Upper Mill, 1 Front St. Rollinsford, NH. 03869

Unspoken

She hadn’t always been an unhappy wife,

miserable from subservience

and the constraints of a pumpkin shell life.

She wasn’t always exhausted from trying and not trying and pushing and pulling away.

or- Wretched from the stale belief, “this is destiny”.

or- Terrified from suspecting and imagining the worst over and over and over again.

When his call did not come on another late night turned morning.

When he returned without apology his arms crossed and jaw tight.

She hadn’t always been an unhappy wife.

 

4/14/18

Belief and Borders

this place opens daily from a kitchen door to long or short gazes

upon pigeons settled in formation on roof ridges and a lone bell tower

it’s human architecture- assembled from bricks, granite, iron, wood and sweat – stands above a dammed river

that runs between two political states, one flanking the left bank, the other guarding the right, their naming only ephemera in proximity to rocks and water-

such southbound waters and spiraling pigeons flow and circuit unencumbered by the naming of people’s ideals and commercial exploits

glacial history has no use for illusory namings, “vacationland” and “live free or die” garnish license plates and embed some fantastical illogic

today we walk and drive freely across the bridges for work and for play

both sides are home to many

both sides are home to many

both sides are home to many

 

no one more correct or incorrect

no one more tenuous and fleeting

4/12/18

 

 

 

 

 

Ascending in thought-

 

Today began with sleeping in to 7:01am. The Cats, officially dismissed from their wake up duties prowled the outer ranges of my bedroom for the night. We greeted each other with mutually restored appreciation, pats and purrs. It is Sunday, and any rest is good rest. This day marks a pause before the work week, a time to chat with friends, meditate, take a walk, read a book, do some stuff around the house.

The collage is paired with this posts’ title, it was begun on a trip to Monhegan Island and finished in Rollinsford, NH at Making Marks Studio. The left side (viewer point of view) of the work represents an arduous and epic journey, involving the descent into a private hell marked by confusion, imprisonment, powerlessness and smoldering rage. The right side of the work articulates an ascent from that darkened place where the heart and soul were held captive, where clear thinking was nearly impossible.

Sometimes visual works can speak truths before we are ready to say them out loud.

Banishing Loneliness/ Inviting Love to Play

I had a book to return to the town library here in the neighborhood, it was on the counter by the door. My son was coming over for dinner in a couple hours, and I was just getting home from work. The cats hoped to convince me to stay and feed them early, but this book that was not grabbing me from it’s written pages was begging me to take it back for someone else to try. An umbrella afternoon and 3.5 minute walk brought us to the Mill entrance, where water was pooling in a ditch precariously sipping it’s way to the granite sills of the first floor windows. Down two flights of stairs to the lowest active level of the Mill and the hallway filled with free magazines and donated books for resale outside the library entrance found me still alone. Not a word had been exchanged with another since I left my door. Inside the children’s room door was closed; a couple of two and three foot tall tow heads played while an older pair read and kept an eye out. Straight ahead a young man sat enclosed by a hooded carhart jacket, stray strands of his goatee peeked out from the silent silhouette.  I returned the book to a soft spoken and bright smiling librarian, found one new book by the checkout that had information I might be better served by, and another book of one poem. I was going home tonight with “The Line Becomes the River /Dispatches from the Border” by Francisco Cantu and “A Leaf and A Cloud” by Mary Oliver.  On the exit path way a magazine rack required a last minute perusal. This month’s Psychology Today’s cover, “The Loneliness Cure”,” How to make Connections that Count,” got me putting the books and umbrella down to sit and read that lead article. Forgetting my reading glasses, I read anyway, beside a good light before going home.

What I found most compelling in the article, is that when the brain is being scanned it reads similarly from a subject that has lonely feelings to one experiencing pain. Conversely, when the brain is under the influence of opiates or pain killers the lonely place in the brain does not get fired up.  So killing the sensation of pain also quiets the feeling of loneliness.  This really stirred up my thinking about loneliness as well as the varied ways I have tried alcohol, food, drugs and relationships to quell painful experiences of disconnection as well as “real” physical pain. I wonder if loneliness can create pain and/or painful ailments? Implicit in the article is that a chronic state of loneliness will adversely effect physical and mental health.  When I think about a healthier, connected life, I imagine warm daily exchanges in a community, groups in meditation and at work for a creative solution, being loved and valued by a tribe, playing together in the outdoors and having real, true engagement in this abundant world. To my great relief,  today I am on a path of healing from pain-filled lonely nights and days. Connecting with others who are waking up to love and the kindness in their hearts is a blessed antidote to the destructive cycle of loneliness and anesthetizing pain.  – TDC