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-in R-verse

Can I write my Muse a poem?

 

 

Pen picks up as paint brush falls

Can I write my Muse a poem?

Reaching out ‘cross time he calls

On plaintive cry of circling gulls

Beyond wave on wave of foam

Stranded there so far from home

 

The home that I would wish were ours

A place secure in peacefulness

Serene and dark beneath the stars

Where less is more and more is less

A place where I could set my head to rest

In love and contemplation on his chest.

 

Then mind and body melting into one

That steady beat would drown all sound

Till our two hearts leap welcome to the sun

  The center of our universe is found

 With darkness gone, a New Day starts

While we content, embrace our arts

 

 In joy the paintbrush dances bright with fun

And colors pulse and move and run

 

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PS i lack the focus required to paint the peach and cherry the way i would like to. Luckily I’m about to head off to a concert and that should divert my mind. Hurray for music-especially live music.

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

To see the sun chase out the snowIMG_3173 (741x1024).jpg

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- suspended#2

Abstract spring trees: pictures and poem by me. Inspiration from Salal Studio.

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spring poplars

9×12 fluid cold press/Prussian blue, new gamboge, vermillian, sepia scraped, brushed, and lifted.

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Version #1 6×6 cold press

Beyond Reach

Mindless mists of misery blot out all thought

Unyielding, soft, insistent, absolute-

Rain-slick boughs bend beyond control

Sending silver sleeves to stain the forest floor.

And up the glistening trunks a sinister

Gleam lights the gloom then quenches

A last flicker of Hope     

                                                                                              Holly Hall

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Beyond Reach

Holly

Magic Moments-suspended

displaced river: poem by Owen Servant, painting inspiration from debiriley

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beneath the river filled with silt, contempt
flows over grounds of guilt, and arrogance
is there rebuilt, while silence rules and reigns;
the quilt of blessing torn by regicide.

along the river of remorse, ’twas seen
the major, out of course and innocence;
the hidden force that draws things forth, and makes
the source of everything that is and was.

the banks were misty in the morn of hope,
although a bit new shorn of grass and weed;
the soul reborn, the life malfeasant, was
as worn as any tread or shoe or shirt.

as absence fills the heart with more than space,
the mist was here, and there, and everyplace                                                         by Owen Servant

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But mostly in my heart-so  thank you all for getting me into painting mode. (Maybe I’ll do some Canada geese next)

The above were done with wet in wet and palette knife. Prussian Blue, Indian yellow,and Sepia on fluid cold press.

Holly

Magic Moments-Take Work

Darn this is hard.

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I have been told “that if you really want something; you can make it happen.” Well maybe and maybe not yet, if ever. I know what I want but I don’t have the skill to paint it. So I will share these studies with you just so you may see that I am working, not because I am satisfied with where I have gotten to.

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I do have to come up with something by the end of the week one way or another. Unfortunately I cannot take the cavalier approach of blowing this one off. The deadline is 5PM Sunday: 3 pieces matted and framed ready for hanging. The poems are already submitted and in the catalogue.

IMG_3049 (768x1024).jpgThis one may have to do bumpy horizon line and all. There are parts of it I’m happy with.

 

IMG_1714 - Copy (1024x751).jpgThis one also has a large version which works OK. I just haven’t got it flattend yet to photograph.

? Maybe I should present myself-rope around neck.

 

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Magic Moments-A New Day

Good morning!

It’s a beautiful day. I’m thinking of you and i send a prayer out that your day will be fulfilling and creative.

 

It has been raining poems here but they are much too personal to share besides this blog is supposed to be about watercolor and I am still struggling with trees! I’ll practice YES (yoga, exercise, and sketching) this morning then lose myself in the basement working with clay this afternoon

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Enjoy your day.

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Magic Moments-in Clay

Dust to dust

Well, clay actually. So I’m going a bit nuts or maybe just taking a Holiday?

14” platter –green ware (unfired)

Back

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And front

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Are you there?    it is impossible to stay centered and focused. Watercolor makes me intensely unhappy and clay is calming so i have been turning to it. But really nothing works. My mind is whirling till i dance like dust-

“Dust”        by Rubert Brooke

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Magic Moments-at home

Promises kept-

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May it be an evening star shines

down upon you

May it be when darkness falls

your heart will be true

You walk a lonely road

Oh! How far you are from home

Mornie utulie

(darkness has come)

Believe and you will find your way

Mornie alantie

(darkness has fallen)

A promise lives within You now

May it be the shadows call

will fly away

May it be you journey on

to light of day

When the night is overcome

You may rise to find the sun

Mornie utulie

(darkness has come)

Believe and you will find your way

Mornie Alantie

(darkness has fallen)

A promise lives within you now

A promise lives within you now

with love,

Angel in the dust

Magic Moments-lost

Ishvarapranidhana:  one of the five observances of yoga needful to find balance and harmony within oneself.

(Spirituality-take one of the Rose -piano version by Jamie which i am unable to upload to my blog but can email to you if you would like it and Surrender-take one by me in watercolor below-drag and drop) And yes, I paint to music.

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Autumn flower

Little Angel could have bloomed fragrant and bountiful in spring

Only Fate delayed the arrival of her Prince and now

Frost is in the air.

Buffeted by wind, broken-stemmed, tired, and old

She sends out a few more blossoms reaching toward heaven.

Even her leaves flame in a fond farewell.

And like bright confetti tossed in abandon after the party is over

Her petals drop gay against the grey of winter’s long sigh.

                                                                                                                         June 30, 2016

                                                                                                                          Holly Hall