Wednesday, May 25, 2016

UPDH, Pushing Its Weight Around

UPDH has been taking me for such a ride. It's like a bucking bronco trying its damnedest to toss me. When I perceive being tossed to be a failure, I try like hell to hang on tighter—I want to show that horse who's boss, gosh darn it.

But, a few fleeting moments of exhilaration aside, the ride is pretty painful.

I eventually decide to let loose the reins. I take the resulting airborne journey, replete with inevitable bone-rattling landing, as a gift.

I dust myself off, hobble out of the ring, take stock.

Three things are clear to me:

1. the ride was wild,
2. every inch of me is sore, and
3. I am fascinated by the creative dynamic that was in play. From the moment I started this painting, there was some kind of mismatch between horse and rider. Our energy never aligned.

I've put a blanket on the horse; I'm putting myself in a hot tub for a soak.

The latter part of the ride in review:


  1. Beautiful, soft money trees! And as usual, I love your writing, Dotty!

    1. Oh my gosh, I love that you see money plants in the images! We haven't had lunaria in our garden for years. Might just have to plant a few.

      As you can see, a dense fog rolled in, obscuring the silver dollars. Who knows what we'll see when the mist lifts?

      Thanks for your nod to my writing. I do love to write—couldja tell?!

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    1. Glad I got a laugh out of you!

      Isn't it funny that all that bucking and fighting for control eventually yielded "Under the Lilacs"? Grand fun!