To allow ourselves
to spend afternoons
watching dancers rehearse,
or sit on a stone wall
and watch the sunset,
or spend the whole weekend
rereading Chekhov stories—
to know that we are doing
what we're supposed to be doing—
is the deepest form
of permission
in our creative lives.
Dani Shapiro, Still Writing
On my easel
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| work in progress, 31 days in, 5/19/20 24 x 48" canvas |
4 comments:
Thanks for the permission to do what we feel is right! Love the substrate format and snippets of text.Can't seem to find the little cottage!
Do you mean the little cottage that appeared in the top photo of yesterday's post? It's still in there; keep looking! If you are referring to what I think, the impression of a little cottage comes from a bit of print collage (graphic design lettering, an H and an I, I think).
Permission, ah yes. ;)
Treasure island, warm summer day, cool clear waters. Heaven :)
Sheila: wow, your simple 'treasure island' comment evoked an instant vivid memory of a 4th grade assignment to draw a map of an imagined island, name it, and name various locations on it. I remember my dad sweetly encouraging and teaching me tricks of the trade for naming things. Thank you for sending me down memory lane : )
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