A poem I started while walking the other day…and below a painting that came before. I think the poem jumps a round a bit- and is lot like my mind lately.
I could smell her long before I found her. Her smell lives on the tip of my tongue and carries memories of making a blueberry rake when I was eleven and later of new furniture for my newly wed friends. Her smell blends with memories of steam and maple and the scraping of metal from the watchful eye of my Dad boiling sap. I knew this smell meant the beginning of her decline, that she would only get smaller and smaller from today on. She did not go out quietly into that good day, she took others down with her, leaving a spot for her off spring to get a head start. It is high competition in this forest. She has seen many changes, roads, electricity, houses, fields turned to forest and carved out again to fields. Lives lived and loves lost cast a shadow on the land that she will now nurture. I came across a tragedy today and still I cannot be too sad as I know out of this will rise another generation of hundreds of species.
I had a good week creatively…I am teaching a bunch of friends at a “sip-n-paint” next weekend so I have been getting ready for that. I am going to show them how to paint fog and they all should come out with a decent painting!
I have been working on this painting for a while-( it started out as a demo for class on how to paint barns) and by working I mean staring at it to see what do I do next 🙂
I do not think I have done much to this one…this week… it too has been getting the hairy eyeball….how to fix the mistakes or if I just start over..
and here is one I am just starting…these two were so cute! I just had to try!
It is super windy and cold here today so I am hoping I will get a bunch done in my studio today! Until Next Week- Peace Out- Bec