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.
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
“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.
Angel in the dust-practicing patience
Cloak an empty space and try to fill an awareness vacuum.
More clouds clicked on this evenings drive home, memories waiting for paint-time runs out.
Is there a way….?
Is there a sign I should know?
Is there a road I could follow?
…….? Yes! pick up that paint brush and get going! -shall do-and will post when there is something to share-soon i hope.
Angel in the dust
Painting to music is good therapy. I do recommend it. Here are a few (with 2 variations) of my 2 minute scrambles. Each done to one song. Enjoy some of your own. It may help you. It will loosen up your painting and give you new insight into the potential of this liquid medium.
Angel in the dust.
Almost November now. Listening to Reba’s top 30.
Too many of these songs are mine in content and spirit. Sometimes even the words are exactly right on target; ouch!
Trying to untangle my heart from my work knowing they both define who I am and realizing I can’t let one being broken also break the other nor, being the basically optimistic and happy creature that I am, can I built my art on unhappiness and sorrow although historically many artists have. Somewhere out there the sun will shine again. And even if it’s only a one word comment such as, “beautiful”, that will give me a magic moment.
And, yes, I am plying the paint brush only there is no magic just now and I am unable to share mud with my dear readers. They deserve better.
“You came along One Promise too late”
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Angel in the dust