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Up early, drive to Annapolis. Good to see a demo
By a painter I admire. Analyze, then paint with passion
Or vice versa.
Good to see others' work, see a friend's painting
Get artists' choice. Good to stop by a gallery and
A wine shop.
Good to arrive home with the sun still up
To gift a bottle of wine to neighbors, good
To watch sunset.
In between vortex colds an evening soft in light
In temps, the sky fading to indigo, while geese
In faraway fields
Are a hum beneath the chirps of songbirds and
The hoot of owls floating on air, still as only
Dusk can bring.
A small change taken: set a timer, 60 mins, do yardwork
Until the hour is up. Pick a project, there are plenty
And do it,
If not every day then at least five in the week.
Paint, errands, chores, give each time, a lot
Can be done.
There are things needing changing which
I address as I have the will, not always
with great success.
That is all right, I will take the small ones
In gratitude. Move past a bad morning, a sketch not
done ‘til afternoon,
Yet preceded by a quiet hour working outside, with
The go-go’s help. Then, a good nap surrounded,
Solitude with critters.
A day well spent, close to my new ideal,
With time at dusk to sit watching
The go go's play,
While geese in numbers honked. Deer slop
Through mud marsh to higher ground bedding down
With snorting huffs,
As farm machinery hums
And cranes glide at tree top, movement in
The serene twilight.
Tea in the morning, paint after that, attend to chores,
Then an evening with friends, dinner and talk,
Home to bed.
Breakfast, coffee and good eggs and sausage,
Watch the sun come on the water and the ducks,
Geese and songbirds.
More coffee with another friend, chance to chat
With her, see her studio and work and discuss
A few mediums.
Easy drive home, like the new car, enjoying
The added hour of daylight, busy in the my studio
Until dinner time.
Painting in this friend’s studio
With it’s beautiful light and space
Is a joy.
We visit in town, come back to paint more,
Then spend the evening with wine, salad
And fried oysters.
A day spent mostly in the gallery
Even in the midst of sad news
Still well spent.
An evening enjoying the gallery openings
Seeing the town filled with people
Dining with friends.
Road trip, the go-go's and me
To a friends house by a river
In southern maryland
Her husbands birthday with
A table filled with their family, friends
Enjoyed it all.
Remember love. To have it is/was such a gift,
Sweeter than any other given, meant to be cherished
While, and after,
However hard after might be, I am reminded of
Dr Seuss’ words: Don't cry because it's over, smile
because it happened.
It has been a month of morning exercises, a month only,
And how that first painting, that bunny, has paved the way
For my lessons:
Look for the subtle under-colors, that give the whole form,
The edge that compliments the line, lost and not, and how
The light falls.
Do the active thing, consider discipline, let these invite
Joy, encourage purpose. Allow solitude its healing graces,
And remember love.
Woke to a gray morn that heralded the soft snow
To follow. A day of translucent light, cold temps
And beautiful colors.
Moved my box from window to window, painting
The serene views of untrammeled snows stretching
Away from me.
Moved through the quiet rooms of this house,
Enjoying the quality of its spaces and the comfort
Of its rooms.
A beautiful warm day and I painted another
Dead bird but then took the dogs for a good walk,
And a brushing.
Tomorrow I’ll not make the long drive to the gallery,
Work, alone, spend little time with a friend or hurry
Back before snow.
I will stay and enjoy the day, my clean house,
Prep for the storm, then dine with friends and enjoy
Some, the oscars.
Today the ceiling was fixed and repainted
A new door was ordered for workshop
I still need
Those two windows fixed. I am ambivalent,
Yet, about living here but this house still
Deserves good care.
