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.-

Magic Moments -for October 12, 13, 14

“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.

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green ware hand built pieces from Wednesday and today, Friday:

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a sketch for sibyl from Wednesday

and a sketch of traveling home yesterday:

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three figure drawings from Thursday night:

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short poems in the rough from today, Friday.

Morning walk

Ash leaflets lie

Zigzag on the pavement

Purple up-gold down

Pasted by the rain

Message

Hands flying, happy chit-chat, dancing feet

A mind wreathed in smiles

 Remembering three hidden words;

 One line of worry crosses my face.

Pieta’

Scrutinized, at risk of going down in flames

Bone aching numbness stretched taut

Cradled in dreams

 Opening Night

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

Magic Moments-On Inspiration

Inspiration for painting comes from many sources-

  • First Nature-

The first and most obvious for me is our natural world. I am captivated by the subtle play of ambient light on objects both inside and out of doors. I love landscapes and gardens, flowers and birds. I have also become fascinated by the human figure and the stories I see in faces. (Now can I ever live long enough build the skill to do portraits?… Has anyone yet discovered the fountain of youth?!!!)

  • Then there is music-

Outside or when working on location the environment itself provides the background noise or music. I love painting near moving water or among trees for that reason. In the studio I often play Reba’s #1s, her 30 best hits. I like the steady beat. Since I now know the lyrics pretty much by heart I don’t have to be distracted by trying to listen too acutely. In a similar fashion collections of Enya’s best provide the right kind of constant beat for yoga practice, something which has become essential for me. Music is my energy source; it can be guitar, hammered dulcimer, country and western, early renaissance, baroque, or whatever WMNR comes up with. However, I do find that classical-romantic music, that from Beethoven on, can be distracting as it has too much to say of its own.

  • And the work of other artists provides so much inspiration-

In my quest to use watercolor more sympathetically a contemporary water-colorist has become one of my inspirational mentors. See his work on:

https://brushparkwatercolors.wordpress.co

I have favorite painters, John Singer Sargent, Turner, and Corot  to name only a few of many, and Photographers, and poets including Rubert Brooke, Rumi, Rudyard Kipling, Robert Frost, Celia Thaxter, and many more. Movies are also a source of thought and sometimes inspiration. “North by Northwest” and “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel” my most recent movie picks, are still reverberating in my mind. I feel that I know these people and some of them very well or too well indeed. They may end up in a painting. I would love to paint to/for poems and someday even to classical music.

  • And then there are loved ones and friends-

There is so much to do and so much to look forward to when inspiration comes. I have my “New Day” to Thank for helping me move toward these goals. One must hang onto that golden thread of hope, practice change, and stand up for what matters. The world is a beautiful if challenging place. As the poet, May Sarton, is quoted to have said: “Yes. (I am writing again) Because I have a Muse again…Poetry (read Painting) is a gift; you can’t make it on will…. It doesn’t matter if I go to bed with her or not.”  Sarton then continued, as I also  would; “with me it’s the Muse who causes poetry (and painting) by focusing the world. Focusing the world-Yes! That is what occurs for me. So thank you, my dear Muse. Please stay with me. You help me see and feel the world with greater intensity and in more depth than ever before. It is a gift from heaven.

Angel in the dust