I'm going to jump right in here with something I've already done and many people will see soon, but would like to get some poetry/writing about the image. It's called "headache"....

Gentle, gentle hugs,

~copper cat

Collaboration Station #7 full steam ahead, copper cat!  This artwork is entirely approachable, expressive and tactile.  Each object is replete with possibilities for interpretation and literary accompaniment.  Thanks for posting your artwork, copper cat.

- chameleon

Calling Artella writers....calling Artella writers.....

Copper cat's artwork absolutely, totally, without a doubt, needs some words to accompany it.  For those not familiar with the Collaboration Station, this is how it works:

Week 1 - Each Monday an ARTIST will post a visual, and anybody who wishes to responds with a written piece -- poetry, story, article, essay -- whatever.  No restrictions here.  The floor will be open for two weeks for written submissions. (Of course, anyone can jump in and leave a written piece later!) 

Week 2 - Each Monday a WRITER (volunteer, or nominated by anyone and agreeing) posts a written piece -- poetry, story, article, essay -- whatever.  No restrictions there.  Then, anybody who wishes to may respond with a visual (again, no restrictions).  Floor open for two weeks for visual collaboration. 

AND SO ON in alternating succession. 

That's how it is, writers and visual artists, so let's keep this collaboration alive and kickin'!  I just know for a fact that we are NOT at a loss for words or art on this site.

- chameleon

Perhaps the work needs a little more explanation. I really did do this piece at 4 a.m., after not being able to sleep. You know those nights where a zillion things are running through your head (and if you are bipolar, like me, there's many pieces of things that may not be clear - a word, a color, a distant memory; all are unattached and unrelated, but you might try to make sense of it all anyway).

I thought of this as being a headache with all those ideas and thoughts running around, but then, a piece of artwork emerges. See that puzzle piece coughed out? There's an outline of it in the head portion where it was. When the work was through, I was relieved, and could then sleep. 

The transparencies at the bottom are just border work (eye candy).

Hope that helps.

Hugs,

~copper cat 

I'm normally quite shy.  I do not like standing up in front of crowds.  The worst part is, I have never sung to an audience before (except my cat and family)but here goes:

Ahem, ahem....
Oh where, oh where has the writer gone?
Oh where, oh where can she/he be?

With words very clever and poems that sing
Oh where, oh where can she/he be?

You may remember this popular nursery rhyme as Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?   Now that you've endured my singing, let's get back to the job at hand:  Collaboration Station Week #7 richly deserves your handy, dandy writing skills.  Yay, copper cat, for being very patient and understanding in the meantime.

Hugs back from chameleon

 I'm going to take a stab at this later. I rarely write poetry anymore but I feel something brewing.

 Dear copper cat,

    Here, with apologies for the ludicrously long delay, is a poem for you in honor of your zany and wonderful artwork!  I loved entering your wild world for a spell, and I thank you for your good faith and great gifts.

    yours still coughing,

    KateSinging 

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Coughing up an Idea

for copper cat

A full, jangling pocket is what I carry between my ears –

string and bottlecaps, an out-of-work paperclip

turned sloop now sailing through the mess ,

the odd leaves of a dream furling at the edges of a map

that charts the principal cities and mountain ranges

I have traveled in my pursuit of honest work and pleasure.

Yes, it’s a junk drawer in my brain pan,

a rattle of good advice and Bunsen burners simmering

under a potion of grape jelly and beach glass.

The brilliance is locked in my throat:  it burns!

My tongue is in jail! The Muse cracks her knuckles,

fed up, and finally wallops me in the pumpkin.

Ack!  Up comes that key, the one I swallowed

years ago that fits the lock and frees the tongue.

Beautiful hairball, O shining and lovely idea,

You’re right on time.

KateSinging

29 June 2008

KateSinging, I love it! It's hilarious, good-natured (like you) and just what I needed. Thank you, I am honored!

Love your good news, by the way. Keep it up!

Gentle hugs,

~copper cat (who is trying, ironically, to read around her own cat) 

KateSinging,

Brilliant!  This should come with a warning that this poem might make you laugh too hard to read in public!  How awfully good is is to see the Collaboration Station up and running again.  Now that it's been refuelled and recharged, let's keep it rolling, writers and visual artists!

~ chameleon

Kate -- this is marvelous!  I've been stuck (cough!) choking on this poem (hack!) I've been working on (choke!) and I think I have one of copper cat's furball's stuck(gasp) in my throat (no offense, copper cat, I loved this piece!) and it must be a really great idea, too big and too grand to set free this time around (groan!), because I see you've set it loose for me...  (ahhhhhh!),right on time indeed...  Thank you!     

I really wanted to write something quite intellectually sounding about your wonderful creation, copper cat, but unfortunately, it looks too much like the inside of my head.  It left me speechless.  That is quite unusual considering that many times words come out of my mouth that would have been better left unsaid.  Other times, when I have something particularly intelligent to say, I can't think of the appropriate words to express it.  I actually think the continual jumble of thoughts that swirl around my mind are indicative of an extreme intelligence.  My doctor, however, reminds me that it is most likely the result of the medication I take to control my insanity.  I find the entire subject quite puzzling!

Bill    

I'm with Bill here. I love the artwork, copper cat, but it also looks like the inside of my head feels most times with thoughts, ideas, words and a bunch of other mumble jumble things. I affectionately call it system overload. Those who really know me call it insanity *smiles* (hey Bill can I borrow some of your meds?)

Wait a minute, Poetic Java.  I know who you are.  You write all that lovey dovey, mushy poetry stuff.  Yuck!  I bet your head is full of hearts and lace and Godiva Chocolate and all that other kind of romantic, ephemera junk.  I don't think my medication will work on you.  You need Love Potion #9!

Bill

Hey! I resemble that remark, Bill! I can't help what comes out of my head. Sometimes its mushy, yes, and most times I have no idea where it comes from, but I don't think Love Potion #9 is gonna help. My head is actually just filled with a hodge podge of words and things to craft and ideas for things to start and... *shakes head to clear the clutter*

By the way, purple is one of my favorite colors *smiles*