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Studio Garett – Paintings, Monotypes & Collages

Studio Garett - Paintings, Monotypes & Collages

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Monotypes - Illustrated Haiku

  • A field of mustard, no whale in sight, the sky darkening.

    A field of mustard, no whale in sight, the sky darkening.

  • A heavy cart rumbles by and the peonies quiver.

    A heavy cart rumbles by and the peonies quiver.

  • A man pulling radishes pointed my way, with a radish.

    A man pulling radishes pointed my way, with a radish.

  • A snowy morning — by myself, chewing on dried salmon.

    A snowy morning — by myself, chewing on dried salmon.

  • A tethered horse, snow in both stirrups.

    A tethered horse, snow in both stirrups.

  • A tub with no bottom, blowing, in the autumn wind.

    A tub with no bottom, blowing, in the autumn wind.

  • Around the small house, struck by lightning, mellon flowers.

    Around the small house, struck by lightning, mellon flowers.

  • As for the hibiscus on the roadside, my horse ate it.

    As for the hibiscus on the roadside, my horse ate it.

  • Butterfly sleeping on the temple bell.

    Butterfly sleeping on the temple bell.

  • Calligraphy of geese against the sky — the moon seals it.

    Calligraphy of geese against the sky — the moon seals it.

  • Fall ending and we part, clamshells on the beach

    Fall ending and we part, clamshells on the beach.

  • Felling a tree and seeing the cut end; tonight’s moon.

    Felling a tree and seeing the cut end; tonight’s moon.

  • Not a leaf stirring; frightening, the summer grove.

    Not a leaf stirring; frightening, the summer grove.

  • Not Knowing it’s a tub they’re in, fish cooling at the gate.

    Not Knowing it’s a tub they’re in, fish cooling at the gate.

  • Summer grass — all that’s left of warriors’ dreams.

    Summer grass — all that’s left of warriors’ dreams.

  • That gorgeous kite, rising, from the beggar’s shack.

    That gorgeous kite, rising, from the beggar’s shack.

  • The morning glory also, turns out, not to be my friend.

    The morning glory also, turns out, not to be my friend.

  • The winter leaks have been washed white — how cold it is!

    The winter leaks have been washed white — how cold it is!

  • The winter sun — on the horses back, my frozen shadow.

    The winter sun — on the horses back, my frozen shadow.

  • With my father, I would watch the dawn, over green fields.

    With my father, I would watch the dawn, over green fields.

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