“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
― Antonine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
Love and Understanding support creativity, that essential human activity. And a small dose of that can unleash a flood of joyful activity on my part. In gratitude i will post the following right now and edit it tomorrow.
green ware hand built pieces from Wednesday and today, Friday:
a sketch for sibyl from Wednesday
and a sketch of traveling home yesterday:
three figure drawings from Thursday night:
short poems in the rough from today, Friday.
Ash leaflets lie
Zigzag on the pavement
Purple up-gold down
Pasted by the rain
Hands flying, happy chit-chat, dancing feet
A mind wreathed in smiles
Remembering three hidden words;
One line of worry crosses my face.
Scrutinized, at risk of going down in flames
Bone aching numbness stretched taut
Cradled in dreams
Yo Yo Ma and Dvorak
Accompany the purr of my diesel
What color would paint the sky?
The dark shadows beneath the trees?
A pale disk of beaten gold hangs
Suspended in a sea of deepening azure
Anchored by scarlet and flaming golden hills.
Now a bright rectangle of light
marks the gallery door.
Inside talk and wine spill mindless of the night.
Artists pin colored ribbons on empty images.
Stomachs and egos are stoked and stroked.
I dream alone
Marked by the moon and the cello.
Angel in the dust