Marie Bortolotto | Abstract Mixed Media Art + Poetry Blog

June 25, 2019

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June 23, 2019

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The trouble is
everyman
keeps a prisoner
groaning
in his heart

- Ishikawa Takuboku, Japanese poet 1886 - 1912

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Marie Bortolotto 2019

Treading along in this dreamlike, illusory realm,
Without looking for the traces I may have left;
A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home,
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.

- Eihei Dogen 1200 - 1253 AD

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June 17, 2019

Marie Bortolotto 201, Ink Drawing

Marie Bortolotto 2019, Ink Drawing

June 9, 2019

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June 7, 2019

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This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Farewell, my blessing season this in thee!

- Hamlet, William Shakespeare

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May 26, 2019

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May 25, 2019

"Ship of Fools" by Marie Bortolotto 2019

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May 21, 2019

Abstract Calligraphy 2019

by Marie Bortolotto

April 22, 2019

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Haiku

Give my dream back,

raven! The moon you woke me to

is misted over.

ONITSURA, Japanese Haiku Poet, 1738

April 21, 2019

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Haiku

I write, erase, rewrite,

erase again, and then

a poppy blooms.

- HOKUSHI, Japanese Haiku Poet 1718

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Marie Bortolotto 2019, Scribbles

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Marie Bortolotto 2019, Scribbles

April 19, 2019

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April 12, 2019

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I am restless.

Things are calling me away.

My hair is being pulled by the stars again.
-Anais Nin

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Spring Dawn

In indolent spring
I sleep past dawn.

Startled awake, all about
I hear the clamor of birds.

Remembering last night's
tempest of wind and rain,

I wonder how many new blooms
lie broken on the ground.

- Meng Hau Jan (689 - 740AD)