I wrangle with this question, what do with Just me alone. How to embrace single Without being lonely. How my thoughts do sabotage my days, Feeling these lone hours just fall short of those Spent with others, As however poor that time may be, it must be better. I can’t agree. But also can not yet fully accept so much Alone is fine. Perhaps because I have yet to find a way To be single and to also share in a way that eases My soul well.
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.
I will write in red, for my dear, love; who never saw red, not in ink, not in ire.
In 2010, the cold went beyond ten decades, was a century mark of hard winter through the mid-atlantic. For one small household banked by an Eastern Shore river this winter was epochal.
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