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Lately

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I haven’t disappeared; I’m just camouflaged.

Anna’s hummingbird on nest. Victoria, BC.

The Ocean Again

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We are here.

The journey

was both too fast

and too slow.

Car travel still being

fast enough to leave you

a little unsettled

at the ever later

setting of the sun

but too slow

to by-pass the occasional tedium

of 4500 kilometers in a van.

We passed over

ancient rocks

and walked by

a Sleeping Giant

clothed in Boreal trees.

Hit the Prairies flying

and stopped for Pelicans

and other birds in salty locales.

The Mountains were the stars

despite the heat and haze of smoke.

Well, stars until we found the Ocean again.

Still smells like home.

Ontario

 

The Prairies

 

The Mountains

 

Home

Heart to Heart

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I had an amazing day last weekend studying colour theory with my very talented and inspirational cousin Maggie Rose.

A little Goethe as tribute :

 

“Colours are light’s suffering and joy. “

 

“You can’t, if you can’t feel it, if it never
Rises from the soul, and sways
The heart of every single hearer,
With deepest power, in simple ways.
You’ll sit forever, gluing things together,
Cooking up a stew from other’s scraps,
Blowing on a miserable fire,
Made from your heap of dying ash.
Let apes and children praise your art,
If their admiration’s to your taste,
But you’ll never speak from heart to heart,
Unless it rises up from your heart’s space.”

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

 

Something Will Come of It

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I’ve been listening to this often:

“Into The Stream”

I’ve set the rain
to be cold and hard
I’ve set the sun to
be bright and sharp
To wake you up
from your hollow dream
I’ll shake your bed
with a thunder strike
from my hand
Let’s come all steal
we will lie and cheat
and turn around
all their limit signs
and redirect this
this great old boring road
into the depths
of a lion’s mouthJust to see
if there’s something we believe.
I suspect something will come of it.
On a more practical note, it’s almost time to pack up the bedroom “studio” before the house showing. Ugg !

It Will Have to Be Enough

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Is it New Year already ?

A whole week in – I’m wearing purple and green – does that count ?

I make no special resolution.

Every night I’m full of resolutions; they lay thick on my wrists; they drip from my fingers. If I could live in that first hour after bed, what I wouldn’t accomplish!

I played with beads yesterday evening instead of finishing the painting. Feet to the fire ! I should finish the painting ! The resolutions were flying.

Have you followed a butterfly’s flight ? Perhaps my attention bears too much resemblance. Does painting fit with that ?

I landed on a new name: Curiosity Artist.

It will have to be enough.

 

fire

I Will Do Likewise

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I attended an Amanda Palmer concert last night (check out her book The Art of Asking) and she played a number of Leonard Cohen songs as tribute. So, I will do likewise.

If It Be Your Will

If it be your will
That I speak no more
And my voice be still
As it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will …