May I find inner peace and strength to live each day as deliberately as nature.
My life just now is a whirl wind. It’s been life in the fast lane with no time to paint. Still I hold faith that I will find/make that time to paint when the moment is again right.
So, Dear Reader, I am still around and even though I must recycle an image or two in the Fairy Boats I am painting at least a little and always evolving. I live in Gratitude for all that has and is happening with-in me. I hold fast in knowing this moment is perfect.
I think my friends learn to accept my idiosyncrasies such as today when I lay down on the stiffly frozen grass to photograph the ice and then just stayed there admiring the trees. Actually the grass was comfortable. It worked like coiled bed springs trapping air so the ground did not feel a bit cold even though the air temperature was barely above the single digits Fahrenheit.
We stayed for quite a long time listening to the ice which besides reflecting the trees in its usual beautiful milky way was also “talking”; it chortled and burped and gurgled. Once it even gave off a series of explosions sounding like a fourth of July fireworks. I suppose it was expanding and responding to the warmth as the sun gradually rose above the trees. But, I don’t really know. My friend said it sounded like the mud baths at Yellowstone National Park.
Often when I experience something beautiful or fascinating I am aware of a deep loss. Only today an idea clicked: in my sensation of loss the one missing becomes present and is, for that moment, here with me, a comforting feeling. And so “up” gets very soft and full of memories:
Home from our walk i worked on painting number two of the ocean, then headed into class where I sketched people at yoga practice-a great place to do figure drawing if you keep it simple and quick. The challenge for this week is to sketch or draw a 100 people by the end of the week.
“An artist has to be careful never to really arrive at a place where he thinks he’s at somewhere. You always have to realize that you’re constantly in a state of becoming, and as long as you’re in that realm, you’ll sort of be all right.”-Bob Dylan (from No Direction Home)
Well i have been looking up at clouds in awe of their changing beauty and in spite of filling pages still have no idea how to capture them in paint.
Except for the hours and hours when I’ve been deep in a basement studio with my hands covered in clay or singing my voice out in a cold sanctuary rehearsing for Lessons and Carols and Christmas services I’ve focused on clouds. And, they keep changing!-“It’s clouds illusions i recall…” Where has the fall gone? How can it be less than 3 weeks until Christmas and i don’t even have a wreath on the door let alone a decent watercolor to share.
Clouds in reflection
Snow clouds and a light dusting
Well i guess we all just do the best we can and share what we can. No matter how they may appear to us they are what we’ve got today and it is good to have tried. After all if we think we have arrived we probably aren’t in a good place at all! The best place to be is in a state of becoming.
Working in another world-painting on an old “canvas”,
Another kind of painting in which I had the pleasure to participate involves using a 3” brush and no color mixing-no chance for “mud”-no use of expressive brushwork- In fact the smoother and flatter it is the better.
We are restoring one of the bedrooms in the family home. We had a wonderful artist re-plaster the ceiling and now we are working at saving the wallpaper (c 1888) and have repainted the floor. Now if only I had the $$$$ I would have the original oil paintings conserved as well before they are re-hung but this is a do it-yourself restoration and we will have to be content with what we can manage on our own.
The boat I travel in is called Surrender. My two oars are instant forgiveness and gratitude~complete gratitude for the gift of life. I am thankful for the experience of this life, for the opportunity to dance. I get angry, I get mad, but as soon as I remind myself to put my oars in the water, I forgive.
I serve. I do the dance I must. I (paint pictures), but I am not the doer of this work. I am the facilitator, the instrument~I am one part of the symphony. I know there is an overall scheme to this symphony that I can not understand. In some way we are each playing our own part. It is not for me to judge or criticize the life or work of another. All I know is that this is my dance. I would (paint pictures) today even if I knew for certain that the world would end tomorrow.
Balbir Mathur, founder of Trees for Life, from a Heron Dance interview. Quoted from the Heron Dance book of Love and Gratitude.
This is a lovely book and if you do not have your own copy you owe it to yourself to get one and keep it by your side as i do.
Riding hard in the saddle there is no time to post or paint!.
A poor pun indeed yet true! This weekend has been awfully full; Both Friday and Saturday nights had opening receptions to attend. These are grand chances to connect with other artists and patrons but they are time consuming and exhausting.
Then on Saturday after I got back from yoga class Jamie and I took the canoe out. On Sunday I drove up and back to Boston to visit my mother. And next weekend promises to be busy as well; we will be taking another canoe up to Vermont for my son’s family to use.
I will at least get a photo or two posted. What I really want to do is paint some images of the quality of the light inside the First Parish where I took my Mother to church on Sunday. It was a beautiful diffusion of all the glowing fall color that I have been privileged to see along the roads and on the banks of the pond where we finally found some quiet water to paddle in and sketch on. (do you recognize it?-thank you, R for finding it for me) Life is good but time passes too quickly.