and becomes its seed,
in departing it arrives,
is it a choice? Who
seeds take root?
Is it a random journey
skies, into flowers,
reaching outward reaching through–
bequeathed into self?
For Sue Vincent’s photo prompt above. In my default form, shadorma.
A rainy Saturday in northern NJ. Hope everyone is having a good weekend.
“when the leaves turn inside out you know it’s going to rain”. That’s what my sister used to say and she was right.
A second small painting on the pad of canvas Kerfe gave me. These are pretty densely layered with drips and color/image added later.
I have another totally different one in progress. I will work on it today.
It is very hot in these parts (but not as hot as, say, India). Everyone says the summer is flying by and it seems true. Hope everyone is having a good weekend! N.
Sun fractures my sight–
eyes squinting—landscape breaking–
fevered, tense, thirsting
shifting from was to will be
Back to my monthly grid and another collage.
The world indeed seems to be in retrograde right now. Perhaps the tide will turn soon…
I was itching to paint this weekend. I realized there was a good spot in my husband’s “office” so I plunked myself down in there. Nice light in there.
This one started as a drawing on canvas paper (part of Kerfe’s Christmas gift). Being a landscape I had to go in with watercolor and gouache. Felt good to be painting!