I move ahead, mount it on cardstock to make it travel-worthy as a postcard, think it is ready to go as is.
It is not.
Then, nothing.
I land smack in the middle of I-don't-know. Can see no way to resolution.
I have to practice stillness and more stillness.
And still more stillness—one day, another day, a third day—before it offers up the gentlest of whispers, barely moving the air.
I translate the whisper and, today, give the card a stamp and an address and blow it like dandelion fluff on a southward journey.
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Morning When the Air Is Blue and Soft
3.75x5.75"; acrylic and oil pastel on paper, mounted on cardstock
abstract
2018
[gift]
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4 comments:
Waiting for the fairies to arrive. :) So lovely and delicate.
Morning When the Air Is Blue and Soft..... love that image ;)
Sheila, thank you! Love your mention of fairies—those flower petals felt like gossamer fairy wings as I painted them : )
I was sure I wrote here but have been having computer problems + internet and WiFi as well. Actually climbing up the wall! Its great when images communicate. What a lucky receiver!
Carol, sorry to hear about your computer snafus. They sure can frustrate and impede! I've spent considerable effort (and multiple calls to my computer-savvy sons) over the past 4-5 days to erase the hard drive of an old desktop computer before giving it away. Major undertaking for me.
Thanks for your appreciation of "Morning"—it's a soothing piece in my eyes, for which I am grateful!
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