“Morning Panes”(Tanka and painting) series #1 of 3
Dreams sojourn ~
On morning panes ~
Coquetting the mind
Crooning dormant soul.
“morning panes” #1 oil on canvas 30×40, by Jeques B. Jamora
“morning panes” series #1 to 3
“Morning Panes” (Tanka and Painting) series #2 of 3
Dawn’s misty kiss ~
Broods nestle on trees.
“morning panes” #2 oil on canvas 30×40, by Jeques B. Jamora, 2009
“Morning Panes” (Tanka and Painting) series #3 of 3
Inside broken soul’s
Callus chest ~
Awaiting to exhale.
“morning panes” #3 oil on canvas 38×48, by Jeques B. Jamora
I have paintings conceived from poems.
The images of these paintings initially presented themselves to me in words. Morning Panes, a painting series of 3(at least for now, there is more to it) is one of them. It first came to me in a poem I composed in 2003. The poem visited me in a peculiar dream of a dream within a dream. I believe many of us had experienced that, dreaming in our dream, waking up still asleep. Or is it only me?
That dream is a tiny drop of inspiration that created ripples of poetry series. I used to write a lot, I had the freedom of time back home and I can afford to really sit down and study my thougths and dreams in my morning pages. In 2003 I wrote the poem, Images Of You. . .
In my dream
I watch you in your sleep.
My heart feels glad,
My heart leaps.
Images of you haunt me ~
From the time I wake,
‘Til my sleep.
That dream was so vivid I immediately wrote a poem when I awake. The imagery from the dream and the words in the poem lingered in my thoughts which I first expressed visually in a drawing, My Morning Pane, Februay, 2005. It is a self-sketch of myself on bed in my room back home in the Philippines which is the original setting of the dream, the poem, the painting.
“my morning panes” pencil on paper by Jeques, 2005
In 2006, I wrote another poem from the same inspiration, Evanescent Romance, this poem fits well in series #2 of the painting. Note the change of the window from the previous, it represents the many rooms we sleep and the multitude of window panes we wake up with in our lifetime yet dreaming the same dreams. Here’s the poem:
We are joined by our hearts’ seeking radars.
Our souls converge at midnight’s deep blue skies.
We talk, our words are the infinite stars.
We feel so intimate with our closed eyes.
Our unions are chronicled by my pen.
The winds’ soft whistles signal your presence.
Your image flickers through my window pane ~
Silhouette of my dream-lover’s essence.
In my mind I touch the face of heaven,
When you croon to me lovesongs of silence.
Bliss is what my thoughts of you has given.
You illumined my lonely existence.
Romance confined in shadows of the night.
‘Tis evanescent with the morning light.
These are some of the few poems I wrote that ended up on canvas, in visual form, in paintings.
But there are also inspirations that presented themselves to me first in visual arts. They become drawings, or sketches, or paintings instantly. In these instances, my brushstrokes are my words to create imageries that frequent my thoughts.
To complete the circle of poems becoming paintings and paintings becoming poems, I used the painting series, “Morning Panes” as subject and inspiration to my poems for this week’s workshop on the ancient poetry form: the Tanka. It dates back to the 7th century. A poem of five lines of 5/7/5/7/7 syllable count respectively. I strictly followed this rules in the previous Tanka’s I composed but in the workshop I attend, I learned the freedom from the Tanka minimalists, and the modern american tanka which is less restricting as to the syllable count and rather focusing on the importance of expressing an emotion or deep thought in a concise manner in the five lines which is the true beauty of writing a Tanka. Shorter syllable count in each line when achieved in 19-24 or even shorter in 15 counts at the very least instead of 31 is preferred in the modern tanka.
Using the Tanka structure, I took out pictures of my paintings and from the deepest recesses of my core extract words that would best express the brushstrokes. Series #3 of the painting fully express my sentiments as a dormant artist awaiting to exhale, an egg hatching, a seed awaiting for springtime, a child awaiting to be born.
And when I come to think of it, this circle of paintings becoming poems, and the poems’ metamorphosis becoming paintings, I come to realize that there’s really no single strand or line that separates them. When I paint, the brushstrokes are my words. When I write, the words are my brushstrokes to create imageries. Sketches and drawings are my scribbles, my drafts.
It is my commitment to my craft to achieve such seamless fusion of my paintings and poetry for both are conceived and born from my heart.
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