To R- for setting me on the path to begin the journey to self awareness through the practice of yoga and for getting me out of doors just to be alive to the beauty around me.
Walking and Hiking get me closer to nature and i find inspiration and solace there. My heart fills with gratitude.
The practice of yoga is gradually giving me freedom to once again move from a secure center both physically and mentally. This journey now begun will never end. I know there will be interruptions and set backs but i will always be grateful for the gift.
-And for reconnecting me to my family in a positive way. One which allows me to return to these stories from my childhood with fond memories-
Maybe I’ll even paint that wave-
For now I am listening to and loving some piano music (Rachmaninoff’s 1st piano concerto) and accepting who i am.
“I wonder. If more of us painted, more of us drew, more of us tended our gardens, more of us wrote poems and stories, if more of us Created from the artist within…. wouldn’t it all be a much better world.
I look at the skies above
and wonder.” quoted from debiriley’s blog
The truth is there are artists all around us. We just need to pay attention.
Here in the grey snow covered and rain soaked hills of North Western Connecticut one doesn’t always expect much culturally but this weekend proved that there is hidden fire in these hills.
Hartt School of Music hosted the Northeast Horn symposium and offered three concerts to the public at large. What a treat for both my husband and me. Playing horn is definitely a thing of our past and while Jamie was first horn in all state it was only a minor part of my musical study but we both still truly love the horn. And to be privileged to talk with and listen to these musicians in intimate surroundings was one of those incredible experiences to treasure-to be immersed in the nuances of the sound and repertoire of French horn for a weekend of three concerts for less than the cost of a bus ticket to Boston-wow!
Pieces included works by Gounod, Beethoven, Holst, Rapoport, Dukas. Glazunov, and others including a beautiful piece by James Naigus for 9 horns just released called Harvest Lights. Imagine towering white pines against the blue sky and golden sun filtering through the woods-well that’s where my mind took me when I closed my eyes. Horn is so awesome and to hear the difference of sound demonstrated between Viennese horns, Bruckner horns (James Summerville played on one of the original 1887 horns only recently replaced by the BSO by a new set. It was clear, sweet –took me back to my childhood in Symphony Hall) and classical and bright modern double versus velvety deep Wagnerian Oh gee!
And so we got to listen to Erik Ralske, Principal horn of the Metropolitan Opera and James Sommerville, Principal horn of the Boston Symphony Orchestra up close and personal.
In addition the programs included other fine horn players including principals of Hartford and New Haven symphony orchestras ,Professors from Yale and Hartt and more as well as an evening with the US Coast guard Band featuring pieces with french horn.-Awesome.
Well I did pick up the paint brush but only briefly. However, now when I close my eyes I see golden horns and when I listen to recordings I can sometimes identify the type of horn being played. It’s like pigments and colors in watercolor only overtones and sonority/color in music.
i think a still life or figure study with a french horn is my next challenge if only i can get one decent wave!!
(angel in the dust wishing she could share the beauty all around her with you)
I did go to the new lecture series on Museum Treasures with Carol Beaudoin at NWCC yesterday and it promises to be interesting. Only I wish i were sharing it. And, my husband and I will be going into Hartt University for a horn concert tonight but…
I seem to be spinning my wheels here in terms of getting engaged with projects around the house and there is so much that needs to be done.
Here is a figure study from last night-
And two little studies from this morning of rocks that I did on hot press using the palette knife.
And from my walk this morning-
It is curious how the icicles form above the stream like little fingers.
Dear readers, I have not forgotten you but I have been distracted and waylaid.
First, a good friend has let me down-well nothing to be done about that but to try to accept it and move on-.
Second the internet has become glacial and my computer is clearly having a heart attack. I think I shall have to replace it. It is a PC office vista dell and my server will no longer support it. Ah… so out o the junk heap we go. Will Rikki-Tikki-Tavi-Kin the mongoose (Kipling) be there to keep the cobra from devouring my memory and contacts? i.e. you! I do hope so!
Any way I may appear to be “gone”, i.e. on hiatus for awhile but I’ll be back you can be sure, and with more watercolors of waves and snow and then spring ephemeral s.
photos and watercolors by me.
Until then… stay tuned, and keep painting and writing. I’ll be watching for your work.
i have now painted the ocean picture “Equilibrium” 6 times and i still am not getting it right. so i shall post this little Requiem to a goldfish-he died today and finish with a poem by Rumi which describes me rather accurately. I’ll squirrel my own writing out of the way. Some day i may toss it out to sea in a glass bottle.
Here is a picture of the little fellow:
If you do not know me, ask the dark night
She is the witness of my lonely tears and laments
She is the keeper of my secrets.
I have become patient as a mountain, humble like dust.
My sorrows like a fence of thorns surround my garden
but once you go beyond them you will praise
its flowing springs and fragrant roses.
Praise the beloved who blessed the garden with new life.
A peaceful weaver cannot appreciate the art of war
the mind cannot feel the sweetness of the lover’s pain
Working in watercolor one will either learn some discipline and patience or be defeated.
But, remember to play and enjoy the journey. Today as snow has closed all the roads there has been some time to play. I have been inspired by some beautiful work on Nicks blog and so decided to paint ducks and grebes in the snow working from his photos.
This is so hard for me. It is so hard to wait for the paint to be dry enough. When I see a change I’d like to make I just want to do it-old impulsive me! And this, of course, leads to mud and over working.
I have a beautiful painting by Jane Goldman. She used to tell us “lay it and leave it” advice which is so very hard to follow. Jane also was highly disciplined in her painting and could literally break her work down into successive transparent layers. She would then recreate her paintings as silkscreen prints. Her work is beautiful and full of light. The way she captures ambient light has always intrigued me. It’s a goal I have.
This last little study is inspired from posts by another blogger who is out in Washington state. Isn’t the internet fun!
I kind of messed it up by trying to add an island but that just gives me an excuse to do a series of the bay and hills with their silver-grey skies.
I think there is magic all around us just waiting for us to bring the right attitude to it so that we can be receptive. Sometimes (sometimes-lots of time!) this isn’t easy. But the magic is there.
The only thing we can control in our lives is our attitude and what we choose to try to do with the energy we are given. For instance: I can wish with all my heart that you were here with me or I can acknowledge that you aren’t and go ahead to the best of my ability in the vacuum of awareness that circumstance forces me to live in. I can feel sorry for myself or I can wonder if you are also feeling very much the same pain and then I know that self pity has no place in my attitude.
So I’ll do the best I can in giving to the moment, opening myself to the magic which is here and now. And I’ll put my sorry fears aside in hope and faith that somehow the choices I make right now will bring more magic in the New Day.
I do hope that for most of my readers these lines have little meaning or if they have meaning that the sadness is past. So take your choice of attitude and let it bring you where it will. I hope you are open to magic moments. They are all around us. Here is one to share:
The pictures are from a cross continent trip my husband and i took back when we both flew and he owned “Birdy”-a long time ago!
Here is “Birdy” today for sale and still flying!
You may notice the call numbers are different. That is because we actually made the trip in a rented plane, and not in “birdy”.