sure deep root system vulnerable softnesses full-throated laughter
—dotty seiter
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Shaping Our Story ~3 x 3″; watercolor and ink on paper mood-mini 2026
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Notes on poem and art: • “sisterfest” offers a glimpse of the five “Hatch girls” at our annual in-person get-together, this year in May on Long Island Sound. • ShapingOur Story is another mood-mini inspired by Cynthia Hauk that, without conscious intention, seems to capture the seaside location of this year’s Sisterfest and to recognize that our family story is ever in flow.
Yay! So sweet that you can almost hear the laughter and giddiness of my sisters and me, Carol. Thanks for letting me know.
This mood-mini was fun to paint. I painted the square first with a meander of clean water, dropped paint in, tipped my sketchbook in various directions to get the paint flowing. With those conditions, I enjoy that I can ‘influence’ the flow but not control it! As I recall, I think I then went in with a cleaned, blotted brush to lift a bit of color. Once all was dry I pulled out a silver ink pen to play with neurographic lines and shapes.
What a magical poem to capturing your sisterfest! Celebrating your deep roots and your vulnerability all while having a good laugh! Pure joy! And your neurographic piece absolutely transports me to the calming seaside. But I can still hear the laughter.
MaryAnn, with many sisters/siblings of your own, you’ve no doubt experienced those feelings of deep roots, vulnerability, and full-on laughter—isn’t it the best??
And, woohoo, glad my neurographic piece transports you to calming seaside … with seaside laughter audible : )
oh how I LOVE that poem! It made me smile and feel the connection you all must have. And the flow of the art goes with it so perfectly. Small things, big meaning. xoxoxox
Lola, so glad to hear from you—when I didn’t hear from you Monday and then again not yesterday, I was afraid the vagaries of blogposting were bedeviling us again, but here you are today! ta da!
The sister connection is a thing, yes?
And, as you know, I often find big meaning in small things when I create : )
Well, gosh DANG—the internet gremlins WERE at it again. grrrr. Thank you for being such a vital encouraging follower, Lola. Still, those gremlins: grrrr.
But, oooo, love hearing that you were rockhounding at the coast yesterday. I always love hearing that you’re off adventuring thusly xoxo
me and my sparrow friends and family know how to make us any place a home: we feather the branches of the privet hedge on the corner of school and knowlton this morning
big smiles, loud laughs, generous hugs, cheerful cheekpecks, high-speed chitterchirping— ‘nita, your mamá’s surgery go good? hey, where’s the lowest gas price today? did i tell you ‘bout we gonna have a big party for our anniversary? ¡dios mio! juan making me crazy we need a new car we need a new car.
then, we fly from our home base to our stations to work our jobs— all us early birds our bellies filled.
—dotty seiter
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Sepia and Umber,Chestnut and Sienna 3 x 3″; watercolor and ink on paper mood-mini 2026
===== Notes about poem and art: • “family-owned” is a poem written in free verse with its inspiration coming from observations made on a particular late May predawn walk, one of countless predawn walks that act as my home base each day. • Sepia and Umber showcases a warm palette of sparrow browns, earth tones I am drawn to perhaps related to my having been born under the sign of Taurus.
Oo, so happy to hear that family-owned corner grocery store grabbed you, Carol. Thank you! I wrote it several weeks ago and got very absorbed in working on it over the course of several days.
Thank you also for your feedback on the contrast of slow drawing elements and watercolor washes as well as your enjoyment of the crisp edges in my mood-mini. I think I may start another mood-mini right now!
You early birds really know how to start a day! Love these predawn walk poems.
And the sparrow browns of your painting are so earthy and appealing. One could find this texture so many places in nature….I’m smitten with those tiny dots. Is that gold in the centers?
Those congregations of sparrows always catch my attention—they do know how to start a day! I’ll miss them come winter. Thanks for enjoying my predawn walk poems, MaryAnn.
Yes, gold in the centers of those tiny dots to offer teeny sparks in the sparrow browns. We share our finding those earthy colors appealing (… along with countless other colors!!).
Sheila, thank you—it’s gratifying to know that lively familiar warm fun images appeared in your mind in response to family-owned corner grocery store. JUST what the poet loves to hear!
You picked up on the elements that gave me pleasure as I painted and tapped: the hues, the mix of hard edges and melding colors, the golden dabs. Again, thank you!
Trying this again (fingers crossed, internet gremlins – be kind!)
I adore this poem. And the sparrow-hued art accompaniment. I will be listening to birdsong as I walk in the evening and bike in the morning with a completely different eavesdropping mindset! There is so much more going on than my mind ever knew!!!
oh, Lola, thank you for going back to re-comment after the internet gremlins absconded with your original comment. Such kindness and generosity. Where do you think the gremlins go with their ‘found art comments’? Is there an exhibit or spoken word event we don’t know about??
I listen to the early morning and evening birds-congregating-in-foliage chatter with a new eavesdropping mindset myself these days. There is so much more going on than our minds ever knew. And this, too : )