Monday, June 6, 2016

Anchored, Waiting

I've quoted the following snippet from Cynthia Voigt's A Solitary Blue before, and I may well quote it again—

This had been the pattern of his days 
on the back creek, too: 

he would move the boat out 
until he felt more frightened 
than he had the courage to match; 
then he would anchor and wait.

This has been the pattern of other days in my studio, too: I move my brush about until I feel more    stymied than I have the inspiration to match; then I anchor and wait.


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    1. I collaged some patterned tissue paper. Now where? Can't wait to find out : )

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    1. It's all downhill from here … might as well enjoy the ride!