I rose from the warmth of my bed
to the early morning rain
seeing the mood change across the open fields
the sky a soothing grey
rain, soft and warm
feeling it dampen my head
then soaking my shoulders
I did not run for cover
for I felt I was witnessing a miracle
standing with my face to the sky
my arms extended
welcoming every drop
greeting them as if I had never seen them before
in life we can get trapped
caught in barbed-wire rope
venomous of global news
if allowed, it will kill us all
I say, look to your sky
your fields, your waters
this planet that continues to try and forgive us
that is the only creator I can get behind
the holy trinity,
earth, water, air
for without that trinity
we have nothing
There is a saltbox house waiting for me in Newfoundland. This will be my first trip alone. My first trip without B. This time it will be me sketching and painting. Will I remember things differently? Will I take things in differently?
To have all questions directed at me will and has been different. Before I would chose which I felt like commenting on, now I must reply to all.
I really do have a burning desire to create something. The shortness of two weeks to go builds excitement in me.
The decision to bring canvases or not is now an un-issue. I will bring canvas cloth then purchase 1/8″ plywood and paint if I feel the need to go bigger. I will not restrict myself when I get out there.
This week I was casting and finishing some castings for my series. It was this spring and last fall that I cast these but it has been taking me a while to finish them. I think that with every sculpture I polish the memories come alive. The fill me and often they absorb me. As the months tick on by I feel better able to not let them exhaust me so much.