Magic Moments-with Watercolour!!!!

Finally I am at my work table and the brush is loaded with water and pigment. When I can paint it is a little like praying or meditation and I always feel lifted in spirit-

“Like a breath I knew would come, I reach for a new day”.

Yesterday was bad beyond description. I am so grateful for another chance.

Here is the little pencil sketch I made from our brief walk yesterday.

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And here is a watercolor from the sketch.

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There is so much depth that’s missing so much movement and glint in the hemlocks that I just have yet to figure out. And the bright shimmer of the water, the soft roundness of the melting snow. Gee wiz this doesn’t capture that at all so we’ll try again.

 

Actually I’m supposed to be working on ocean waves and sand-oops! Anyway it’s nice to do even a little.

 

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Magic Moments-in New England continued

I am about to give up. Word press has decided to edit the length of my post. these photos are from the same walk taken today and should follow the first set of hoarfrost in the previous post-They show snow everywhere after a blizzard yesterday that followed two warm days when the world turned rose and gold (actually on that day the only camera i took were my eyes so you will have to imagine the lichen and red osier dogwood now covered in white.

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Golden rod on the fence line
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still shadows on snow covered ice
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Holly’s climbing tree
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The farm by the marsh
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snow spume

Magic Moments-Dharana

“To live each day as deliberately as nature”

Our lives are so fragmented, so torn by hopes and dreams and unfinished business it is hard to stay centered and be deliberate. i am grateful if i can maintain that attitude for any length of time but i keep trying.

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When I parked at the gym for yoga practice I admired a beautiful young con-color planted on the edge of the parking lot and determined to sketch it when class was over. As I began to paint, it started to snow, and the snow to accumulate rapidly on the roads.  I hurried through the sketch and wondered how does one do falling snow????

So with hope and dreams safely in your pockets go look at the view-where ever you are-and maybe sketch it. There are worse things to do.

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Promises to keep

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

     Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
     My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
     He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
     The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.
                                                                                                   Robert Frost

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Magic Moments-Clouds

“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)

IMG_2215 (1024x769).jpgWell 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.

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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.

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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.

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Winter

The things I like best about winter are my cozy black Damart tights and top. They’re warm and sleek. And, I like the silence of the snow and the way it has mounded up in the apple leaves like scoops of sugar in little cups. I could love it if my eyes were burning green and gold, but they’re not. They’ve changed to grey.

For the rest; the grey cold fits my mood internally and externally. This weather is such a contrast to last year on this same day in late October. Then the world held promise sparkling like the visions of a child but now it exists just to be dealt with.

Winter: dull and chilling, or cold and invigorating; we wait to see. Hope holds fast as frosty breath breaths white clouds over a garden outlined in white. And soul and spirit wait patiently yet fearfully like tulip bulbs beneath the soil planted in spite of the danger of being consumed and brought to extinction over the long bleak months of winter. Will they be there to bloom in May?

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IMG_2021 (768x1024).jpgwinter’s cold touch reaches my heart.

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