Stood, these past few days, in ten degree weather, Stood in snow on the other side of Canaan, where Once you lived. In frigid air colder than I've ever stood, Painting, learning of the vibrancy of color, Learning allowing vibrancy. Now, home, standing in an approaching front I relish the warmer winds and do not miss You any less.
Lost a quote about when in doubt, do the active thing, it is more life giving. Found this start of a speech Kelly Rigg gave in Doha: "What gives you hope? This is a question I'm often asked these days. And what I've come to realize is that being hopeful ..... is not something that just happens -- at least not to me. It's not a passive process, but an active one. Hope isn't something I have, it's something I have to go out and find."
Waved our friend goodbye this morning, Grateful this winter is mild. Then rode The white horse Through the quiet farm lanes coming back To sit your bench as the sun set, grateful for the Time with you. Grateful for the love we shared, the memories we made The light of the sun tinged treetops, but, missing you, always Just missing you.
Again on the road, early enough to miss most traffic Early enough to drive easily, early enough home To see sunset. Again coming up the long rutted dirt road, The pine flanked drive to the last quiet place you lived. Glad to be home.
The Studio at Line's End Farm is where I paint and try to find some joy again, and some equilibrium, not simple these days. One weblog records thoughts, ideas, methods and mixtures, palettes, observations, actually anything that intrigues me concerning my painting and working in the studio. Another observes only the horse in paintings that I find influential. The last are done for my sanity. All are my opinion only, open to other suggestions.