Passion. Welded wreath of steel nails, antique barbed wire, approximately 20″ in diameter. Kathleen C Cooper. January 2012.
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west side market
dozens of cookies
citrus (not fratelli da bufalo)
eating – shopping – baking – eating again with different people
it’s all about the food.
april 2012
Homage to Richard Serra
Of Richard Serra’s massive steel sculptures, I’ve visited Toqued Ellipses at the DIA in Beacon, NY, The Matter of Time at the fabulous Guggenheim in Bilbao, Spain and Five Plates, Two Poles in Washington DC at the National Gallery of Art.
My personal favorites are the immense curved structures in and through which a visitor can walk, thus becoming a part of the installation.
Here is my tiny sculpture (8 x 9 x 8 cm). (A bit of whimsy – the little people in and around the sculpture – we are always getting mail for the misspelled Copper Family.)
Homage. Kathleen C Cooper. Steel, copper. (2012)
Homage. Steel, copper. Kathleen C Cooper. (2012).
rainy day
a trip to the car-wash
ensured a fabulous rainy day.
everything is rinsed super clean –
the trees of their pollen and my car of it’s super-duper-triple-even the undercarriage-clearcoat.
sculptural light fixture
…there was light and word became flesh and there was word and light and flesh made word…
steel, copper wire, electrical work. January 2012. Kathleen C Cooper.
sculpture: self portrait
Sculpture: self-portrait (2010/2011)
Kathleen C Cooper
Welded steel, copper wire, ribbon. 30″ x 38″ x 9″
burning the oil
I have a habit
of playing the piano
while I am cooking.
poem
Springtime in an Old House
What started as a trickle
seeping from an unnoticed crack,
when winter snows were warming
and rain-soaked skies were coming,
found a flow-line in my basement,
towards a sump-pump, often fickle,
in a corner towards the back.
A fountain-pool of tinkling droplets
quietly collected as I slept.
Soon spring gathered volume and velocity;
by night, its sources gained variety.
Now in my boots and with my broom,
and frantic tinkering with the float,
I’m sweeping water from a moat.
Newport, RI
April 17 , 1996 (Revised 4/02/12)
foggy day
when you are very close
your breath fogs my view.
i get confused
