Wave Goodbye, Waves

under the royal star

she raked her fingers through earth

bone on bone,

calm as the lake was calm

so that no one could speak it,

questions,

who built this basalt cliff?

this Precambrian universe at the verge

of the north,

where you can smell the world

like a city stench

or place polluted

and to go back seems

ludicrous

unnecessary?

 

she picked up two pieces of

igneous art, and tossed them

into the water of two hundred rivers

two thousand streams

she was old;

gray hair

and decades here

someone put their hand on her

shoulder,

told her, “don’t be sad anymore,”

but the sadness would stay,

and the falcon flew

splitting a sunrise into

mirror equators

of fire,

marooning her soul,

a little.

 

could she be different this time

how it would affect her in ways

that grounded her, held her

head towards the sky, where

dark spires only scraped

a brittle ionosphere,

pavement whispered threats

and billboards said the opposite

of what they meant

and everyone knew enough people

that one could be replaced

like a tire, or upholstery

 

no human could replace that,

she fathomed, and in that sense alone

staring at the void of sea

gichigami

timelessness became tangible

apparent, bald as the cliff face

braided like cedar bark

she was among it now

nothing could replace

the sorrow

TAIGA presents: ANNIE JOHNSON

 

North Shore, by Annie Johnson

watercolor. copyright Annie Johnson and TaigaQuarto, 2017

north-shore

Primarily working with watercolor, Annie Johnson has meticulously developed a keen eye for the textures of her favorite medium, and utilizes the almost subliminal effects of those textures and shadows in her works. She often begins with a heavy color wash, and then “carves” until the image is revealed. Powerful depth, texture, and revelation combine in Johnson’s paintings to create a style as unique as the Minnesota landscapes she draws her inspiration from.