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ALICE'S PALACE

Aside from cats and horses, Alice, like
many wild women out there, is a fan
of dancing in the street and in department stores,
Possibly in delicatessens or on the Brooklyn Bridge.

She likes to dance with partners, but is pleased
to dance alone…to show her stuff.


There are many kinds of Palaces in her mind, and some
are real. She knows that you don’t have to be part of any
royal family to dwell in a palace of your own concoction.

More to come about Alice.

If you are an Alice type or know of others, feel free to
describe her. I’d like some of your thoughts.

PS She is ageless.



© Helen Webber 2010

TIME & TIDES

At this point in my life the tides of memory
come rolling in full speed and then slowly retreat
and fade away.

And then a new set of waves sweep in and again
disappear.

What do we remember the most of our childhood?

Do older folks really have a second childhood, or do we
really have three or four or five or six? Maybe we have
so many that we lose count.

How many childhoods are living in you?

I’d love to hear your answers.


Helen



© Helen Webber

THE BIRD IS THE SINGER

Here is the second in my doodle series.
A friend looked at it and said this artwork
is a pointed message about the oil eruption
in the Gulf of Mexico

It might be a visual letter to BP and their associates
and all the Drill Baby Drillers.


What affects the ocean goes beyond the shoreline.
It reaches beyond, to the whole Earth.

Don’t let oil destroy this Earth song.

© Helen Webber

Don't Tell me

This is the beginning of a new series from my collection of Doodles.
A mix of fantasy and froth mixed in with words.

Doodles are emanations from the subconscious, because you are
creating images while your thinking of something else.
They simply emerge as if by magic. The tell-tale signs are inky fingers.

And by the way, The doodle collection will be available as prints.
Details of sizes and prices to follow.

© Helen Webber

Trees Need Not Walk The Earth

This is a segment from a poem written in 1920 by my father David Ross. For most of my life I only knew the first four lines, and finally found the entire poem on good old Google.

Over the years I have created many tree themed tapestries, and so, inspired by my Dad’s poem, I combined some tree elements with his words.

Here is the entire poem:

Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for bread;
Beauty will come to them
Where they stand.
Here among the children of the sap
Is no pride of ancestry:
A birch may wear no less the morning
Than an oak.
Here are no heirlooms
Save those of loveliness,
In which each tree
Is kingly in its heritage of grace.
Here is but beauty’s wisdom
In which all trees are wise.

Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for bread;
Beauty will come to them
where they stand
In the rainbow—
The sunlight—
And the lilac-haunted rain;
And bread will come to them
As beauty came:
In the rainbow—
In the sunlight—
In the rain.


Trees Need Not Walk The Earth, will be released as an open edition print, 13” x 19”.

© Helen Webber, 2010