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

AN E-BOOKLET FOR MOTHERS DAY

GOSSAMER WINGS


Could I leave this mess of dishes
and crumpled clothes?
Could I resist wiping spills and a runny nose?

Could I unworry myself
From preparing the proper food,

Could I, the mother of this wild and restless brood
change my earthbound creeping caterpillar self
and take my childhood dreams off the shelf,


and shed the cocoon and fly far away
over golden hills and silvery streams
melting my children’s magic into my dreams---
with these gossamer wings, who’s to say

where this flight of our imagination
will take us some day?


from THE FOUR SEASONS OF MOTHERHOOD
an 8 page e-boolet celebrating the four stages
of motherhood from infant to adult. Available to send
as an on linebooklet to elebrate mothers.


© Helen Webber, 2010