the first step is to be awash
in everything you’re feeling,
the second’s to become unhinged,
with all your senses reeling,
then finally you let it out,
your griefs, your fear, your aching —
with watercolor wandering,
release is in
the making
Tag: Art
A Child Drawing
There’s no one more alive, absorbed –
At least, that’s known to me –
As when a child is drawing;
Pure creativity
Their line and color choices
Are not convention’s slave:
They draw because they want to
And don’t have to behave
To share is human:
Young Dancers
all life is either
dancing, or
the rests in between
© Bezik | Dreamstime.com – Five Young Dancers In The Same Dance Costumes, Resting Sitting O Photo
(“Young Dancers” – 8-3-2015)
To share is human:
Tiles
Entering for the first time, we saw a room, big and new, that smelled of newness and spare furniture; its most conspicuous feature was a series of brightly colored tiles covering most of the back wall. These followed no pattern my eyes could make out, but I was fascinated by them: it was as though, even then, my heart knew that art itself resides in the stories we imagine as much or more as any story explicitly told.
To share is human:
Driftwood
I wanted to be an artist.
Artists make entirely new things.
Things people enjoy for the things themselves.
Things that are intended to be used, but not used up.
Too many parts of life – things, moments, relationships – get used up.
I drew, colored and painted every spare moment, but art would not come.
There I am, sitting in a summer day camp class after fourth grade.
A woman is showing us how to make art out of driftwood.
Where we lived, driftwood was everywhere.
This was art, but not entirely new.
In fact, it was very, very old.
I still remember the smell and feel of it.
Driftwood taken from a timeless beach on the edge of forever.
You mix in other things pass by without noticing, and make beauty.
Not the beauty of perfection, but the glorious beauty of the commonplace.
There is a joy in simply noticing and taking in our surroundings.
Surroundings that simultaneously take us in, as well.
To both make, and be made, in the same moment.
To know that we are where life placed us.
Both artist and work of art.
Living tree and driftwood.
You want to be an artist.
You are.
To share is human:
Ecuador
The once-timid, the quiet girl.
Nights like this, her mind goes back
To life in Ecuador
When hot the purple sunset poured
Along the Playas shore
The once-timid, the quiet girl
Who left her home and kin
In search of grand adventure
And the life of touch on skin
And though she struggled, mightily
She loved her every day
For all the struggles, they were hers —
And she would make her way
Dominican by birth, and still
Dominican at heart;
The purple sunset memories turn
Her now-life
Into
Art
To share is human:
A Country Autumn – 10
The paint begins to peel
Our stories start to fade
Our colors start to dim
Our fabrics degrade
But that can never mean
Though time be overriding
That paintings aren’t worth paint
A battles aren’t
Worth
Fighting
