Magic Moments-Dreaming

A lovely dream

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An Old Wish

 

Life’s so uncertain

 And that which we would wish for most

 Is often out of reach

 

This very “Now”

It seems that in this breath of time

Is where we must find peace?

 

So struggle on

The moth against the window pane

Or let the dark enfold

 

And gather ‘round

In arms of velvet solitude

With warmth against the cold

 

A quieting

That centers through our mind and soul

Then strange as it may seem

 

It settles down

Till all that we might wish will come

As in a lovely

 

 Dream

 

 

Angel in the dust

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Magic Moments-at Esperanza

Or Morning Coffee on the porch

 

Asking all forgiveness from Robert Frost-

But as I ran upstairs to grab my camera his poem ‘Dust of Snow’ rang in my head and so…

 

The way the morning sun

Cast tracery

From fern leaf spun

Across my cup of coffee

 

Has given my heart

A change of mood

And saved some part

Of a day that I had rued

 

And, Then…when I came back with a new cup of coffee and my camera the shadow was gone!

That is when I remembered John Snell’s advice from his recent photography workshop given on Star Island, “where there’s one there’s usually more.”

Here are the results from that word of encouragement. Thank you John!

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Take One
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take two

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take Three

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Wonderful distractions abound

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Take Four
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And a Morning Saved

Thank you all

Angel in the Dust

Magic Moments-The internet

Re-blogged from an earlier post-here is a poem that i wrote shortly after I had started up my blog, Magic Moments. It seems appropriate to the moment.

I wish we could all meet on my west porch (or anywhere real) for a cup of tea or glass of wine this evening. Virtual life just doesn’t make it!

Holly (Angel in the Dust)

 

The Internet

 

This is a dangerous place to be

 

Thoughts and ideas swirl, overwhelm.

Too much intellectual input without order

Raw emotion writes unfinished poetry

Hungry hearts beat out their lives in space

Entangled in the web of empty fulfillment

 

While the orb weaver sits gorged on lost souls

Hours devoured before the blue-green screen

Fingers stumbling on the keys search for connection

When all that is needed is the touch, the real touch

Of your hand warm against mine

 And a soft kiss to brush my hair.

 

Early morning hours drive me

 To the center of the web

Magic Moments-revisited

Today my friend and I hit the HB trail for our tri-weekly morning walk. Finally after weeks of rain the weather was sunny and cool. This is a very special area with a micro climate that favors a vast array of spring ephemeral flowers. They had struggled into rapid bloom early in the season trying to survive the extreme drought which we were experiencing for the third year in a row in New England.

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Now following weeks of rain everything has greened up beautifully and the water table is approaching normal levels.  Only the hemlocks are gone due to the adelgid and one can hear a steady rain of chips from the canopy high overhead as the gypsy moth caterpillars defoliate the oaks. But, somehow nature always seems to spring back-don’t we all?

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So although I promised myself only to post watercolors-here goes- I’m going to post photos from our walk this morning. It was so much fun to find colonies of the plants now doing well which although no longer in flower felt like old friends. Of course there were new flowers to identify too, and a few that I have yet to catch in flower. One tree, a giant forest Tulip, dropped a flower at my feet. I hope to paint that soon.

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now huge leaves of wake robin
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herb Robert in seed
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viburnum gone to seed
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dead hemlock
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colony of stemless yellow violet
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curious fruit of the bear berry

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holly

 

 

 

Magic Moments- within

Depression can take a terrible tole on one’s life and on ones loved ones too. The last post i made included a painting of a nuthatch in our red-bud. I actually had begun this painting  almost 2 years ago and was only recently able to return to it and finish it by painting in the tree branches. For over a year i have struggled to return to the intense happiness that painting used to bring. i don’t know yet where my story will end Holly angel sculture by Kelsey but i can say that it is so important to have people who care and believe in you. If you know of someone suffering from depression don’t give up on them.

For me a turning point surely occurred when I discovered this early photo of me on the breakfast table a few weeks ago.

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It was snapped while I was out sketching on the hillside behind the trailer we used to live in up in Vermont.  With the photo was just a little note in my husbands hand,”I’d like this person back.” It makes all the difference to know someone cares. He loves the artist in me, and knowing that is so important to me.

I am working on finding and reconstructing her. it may take a while but I’ll do my best. If I post less frequently its because I only want to post solid accomplishments: paintings i feel good about.  In the mean time I continue to avidly read  your posts and deeply appreciate your comments. Keep up the good camaraderie and enjoy your work! And, please don’t forget to look for mine rare though it may be!

I shall repeat this poem of Rumi’s from my last post. For me it speaks volumes.

“Let yourself be silently drawn,

by the strange pull

of what you really love.

It will not lead you astray.”

Holly

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Sculpture by Kelsey

Holly angel sculture by Kelsey (2)

(Angel in the dust)

Magic Moments-without expectation

Grant me the serenity

To accept that which I can not change

The courage to change those things I can

And the wisdom to know the difference

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Although landscape painting seems beyond me just now I have been able to do a little figure drawing and it has kept me sane. Here are a few done in watercolor on Bristol  vellum set vertically on the easel which makes it all rather challenging but fun.IMG_3423 (1024x768).jpg

There is that important idea “fun”, a reason to smile, something to reach for. As i work at figures in watercolor i find myself seeing more and more in blocks or areas of tone and value. Edges and lines become less important to understanding the form. It’s rather exciting.

IMG_3421 (1024x768).jpgOf course, sometimes certain details of the model freak me out and i resort to line big time. and sometimes line just seems best-IMG_3424 (1024x768)This one might just get a watercolor wash- nothing more.

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Life throws us curved balls sometimes, fly balls lost in the glare of the sun or balls so fast they slam into us with devastating impact but whatever happens we still have to find and touch base. I am grateful for the practice of meditation through yoga that a good friend once introduced me to.

And, I am grateful for the ongoing support of the wonderful artists I’ve met through this blog (and before) who keep coming up with encouraging ideas and experiences of their own to share. Thank you. You are fun to know.

Angel standing by

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Magic Moments-looking up

the Red maples are in bloom everywhere turning the hillsides into layered clouds of silver and pink. My friend said stop and sketch from here and so i did.

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Stillman & Birn sketchbook 51/2×81/2

I should have used Alizarin Crimson instead of my old stand-by Vermillion. I don’t think i’d really woken up yet or connected with what i was seeing. i did switch to Cobalt and Aureolin at least. The truth is that when one looks at the flowers up close they really are close to vermillion only distance adds the blue.

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same Stillman & Birn sketchbook, Tombow pen and colored pencil

thought for the day:

“…The circle of love is deep and strong. It can forgive mistakes and cast out error. It can foster greatness and bring forth new life.

…This is our function in each other’s lives: to hold the space for each other’s beauty, that our beloved can leave us and we still feel in his (or her) absence how beautiful we are.”

Marianne Williamson from A Woman’s World

 

And a painting in words just for you-

 a  New Day

 

Shards of silver break like glass

Slender black and bending boughs

Spring free of snow and icy mass.

Held down, imprisoned up ‘till now

They shake; stretch out, to greet the sun

Raining brilliants down upon a day begun…

 

Slowly Summer claims her own

Dense drifts melt back to sparkling rill

Ephemeral flowers crown her throne

Dark pools sustain a peeper’s trill

A thrush sings softly in the wood

Two ferns emerge where once

 

We stood

Angel in the dust

yh

Magic Moments-

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White pines bending and shimmering in the late April light atop our windy hill.

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practicing with the Tombow

And looking closely at the terminal buds and drawing with graphite.

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How many greys can you get? This is fun!

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it’s tricky to get the right amount of water.

The Artist Within – Hope, Encouragement, Freedom… we need some word of hope, of encouragement from someone to get us started on our journeys.

A big thank you to Jane, to Debi, to Anne, to Prashant, to Carsten, Carol, Margaret, Karen, Sharie, Tim…Did i forget someone ?-YOU!

Holly

(Angel in the dust)

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Love you.

Magic Moments-

Time to post as painting seems impossible.

Today I took many of my paintings from last year to the newly formed Farmington River Artists Guild in the Hurley building to see if they might find buyers and new homes; A sad moment for me as they were painted under sunnier skies but it’s time to move on. Perhaps the new plein-air group will take hold and keep me focused. Check out their schedule on: https://litchfieldhillspleinairsketchersandpainters.wordpress.com

I ‘m not sure what is next-carry on i guess. So…here is a poem for you and some recent photographs to enjoy. Take care and find joy in the new day.IMG_2777 (1024x768).jpgMagic Moments Pass Us By

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Now of my three score years and ten – soon-

 Seventy will not come again

About the woodland i will go

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And wonder at the mirrored calm

That hides an overwhelming qualm

 Of fear that clenches at my heart

Sad thoughts that this is just the start

That as the summer fades to fall

The green of fern and moss on wall

Will change to golden orange and rust

While still i hold my heart in trust

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For these are ours to share

Tho’ you will not be there

Angel in the dust

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Magic Moments-gone awry

My Dear Readers, I am so sorry if I have not responded to you.

Recently I began to notice that my Word Press Reader contained things which were not showing up in my Inbox and wondered that no one had contacted me. Finally at the suggestion of my husband I checked the spam folder on my account. For months, perhaps even since I began this blog last summer comments, likes, and contacts, even new posts have been treated as spam by my computer. Only items from the last month are still available in that folder. My chest already hurts 24/7. This breaks my heart. From now on I will be checking the spam folder as well as my inbox and I will try to solve this misbehavior on the part of my computer.

“Contacts” (found in the header above my post) is an excellent way to reach me privately and will not show up as a comment on my blog. Please feel free to use it-I’ll make sure it doesn’t end up in spam again. Otherwise likes and comments are always appreciated and posts are eagerly anticipated.

You are an awesome community of artists and writers and all very special to me.

Holly

your Angel in the dust (again!)

PS

On a happier note: the crocuses are blooming, a purple river with whitecaps all along the drive and the cardinal wakes the morning with his lilting melody. I even planted some lettuce seeds and prepared a row for snow peas. A year has passed and spring is back (at least in this hemisphere!). Will we all grow and send out blossom? that is my hope for you.

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a painting from last year

 

 

 

-help me find the joy to paint again. It is possible-it must be.—somehow.-