Life is evanescent
but left to itself
it rarely fails
to offer
some consolation.
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Gratitude/simple pleasures:
• the tik tik of expansion as the cast iron wood stove heats up;
• the grace of these words of poetry that found their way to my eyes early this morning—the wind is blowing out of someplace we do not know; and
• ten minutes outdoors, turning my eyes to the encircling Shenandoah, Blue Ridge, Allegheny, and Appalachian mountain ranges.
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| The Wind Is Blowing Out of Someplace We Do Not Know metallic latex, acrylic, and oil pastel on a book page abstract 2020 |
6 comments:
I'm grateful for your artmaking - since I'm still quite stuck... Seeing your unstuckness helps me get unstuck...
So glad my artmaking touches you, Simone : )
My art blows in from someplace I do not know. I am grateful in my current life situation to be very attuned to how much the ACT of painting nourishes me, no matter what shows up as a result.
Unable to create here, busy days. Seeing your work, brings me peace, and I find myself taking a deep breath. Thank you Dotty :)
Love how at least one of us seems to be creating at any one time, keeping the spark alive for all of us. So glad my art touches you, Sheila—especially if it induces a deep breath (grab you pulse oximeter, quick!)
Grateful always for your life lessons. "Gratitude/simple pleasures" And of course the art lesson... it's all in the process! The circles and colors are uplifting. As always wishing you all well at Lyme Camp!
Carol, you're welcome! And thank you! Your well wishes for Lyme Camp and your comments here at my blog help sustain me—the back and forth of art and comments and frienship are such gifts.
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