Sunday, 23 August 2026

23rd August 2026

 



sloppy dog poo

scraped into bags

hands wiped on grass


© Rachel Green August 2026


The church bells chime,

the services are said

but communal guilt has moved to the corporations

for they are the new city states,

to be smitten by God, or social media,

if they do not purge themselves of sin

of the mistimed facebook post of an employee.

Place now the ills of society

on the public at large,

for it is not the fault of companies

who produce the billion tons of plastic waste

but of the consumers who fail to recycle the bottles

because thousand-year plastic is cheaper

than collecting and washing a glass bottle.

There are fewer burnings now

but there are more P45s.

God’s will is being done,

just by someone else.


Maybe.


© Rachel Green August 2026


Saturday, 22 August 2026

22nd August 2026

 



picture frames

from the second-hand shop.

cheaper than making


© Rachel Green August 2026


Home

is where the heart is;

but mine is split

between England and France

and right now I'm in England

and my loves are both distant

so my artistic nature is blocked

because I just miss them so.


© Rachel Green August 2026


Friday, 21 August 2026

21st August 2026

 



fur mom's fear

a flea is discovered

bath time!


© Rachel Green August 2026


Degas's paintings

were never finished;

for he was never satisfied with them.

Sometimes

they must be removed from the artist

and padlocked to the wall

to prevent them taking it back

and reworking.

Sometimes those three marks that were perfect them

seem ridiculous

in the light of experience.


© Rachel Green August 2026


Thursday, 20 August 2026

20th August 2026

 


early lunch

before homeward flight

tear-laden food



© Rachel Green August 2026

desires for painting

outstrip my meagre abilities

imposter syndrome overtakes.

scraped canvas

indentured with browns and greys

the influence of anxiety

depicted in earth tones.


© Rachel Green August 2026


Wednesday, 19 August 2026

19th August 2026


 


out on my own

and trusted with the house keys

running back to the shop


© Rachel Green August 2026


subtext


first painting of size

in many years;

acrylics, pastel

pen, ink, enamel spray.

A study in green and blue.

Revelations


© Rachel Green August 2026


Tuesday, 18 August 2026

18th August 2026

 



Jack Russell

with an excited 'good morning'

told off by mum


© Rachel Green August 2026


Notes for Adjustments


Bodies (underlined)

break image into random quadrants

bottom left Head dark

twisted torso

(white flesh / dark red head)

very high key/white/creams

body pale - vertical dissection

bleached out body

EVERY MARK

rub red when white still tacky (use tinted primer)

Carcass (underlined)

HAS A PERSPECTIVE

Mute

Heads. Blind heads

Mapping heads. Albino

Kissing mouth / Broken Teeth


© Rachel Green August 2026


Monday, 17 August 2026

17th August 2026

 



cooler breeze

the windows open

in my happy place


© Rachel Green August 2026


How you See is Who you are


How do you see Cleopatra?

Priestess? Goddess? Whore?

Widowed wife and mother

struggling to survive

inside a Patriarchal society?


Or do you see her depicted

by Elizabeth Taylor,

smuggled into Rome

in a rolled-up carpet?


Is she an aging woman

having a last fling

with the declining hero Anthony

or a Queen

fully embracing her power

and taking for her lover

the dashing warrior he once was?


© Rachel Green August 2026