“Knucklehead.”
He said the word out loud
and saw a young boy
on the wharf close by
turn to look at him, startled.
This meant he was an old man
who was talking to himself
on a wharf in Portland, Maine,
and he could not—
Jack Kennison,
with his two PhDs—
he could not
figure out
how this had happened.
—Elizabeth Strout, Olive, Again
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| The Friend Who Is an Exquisite Wordsmith 9 x 12"; acrylic, ink, and pastel on drawing paper abstract face 2021 $45 |
6 comments:
Yes, all of a sudden we are there and have no way of knowing how we got there!Love how you balance your patterns, darks and lights to enhance expression. Quite a serious lady here!
Carol, thanks for your noticing patterns and my efforts at balance —— considerable learning as I worked on this piece, although I don't know that I internalized much of what I discovered to the point of actual learning; perhaps i'd do better to say considerable discovery as I worked on this piece! :)
Knucklehead! Love that word. There is something soft, contemplative, inward looking to this piece. I can't put my finger on it - but I love this especially much.
Jen, I'm liking 'especially much' your seeing 'something soft, contemplative, inward looking to this piece.' You've opened my eyes and senses wider. Thanks!
My good friend uses that word all the time. In a teasing way, and more often on herself. LOL. She wore her hair spikey for a while too. LOL. :) I just started laughing when I say this, and then again after reading that word. It has magic, how can you not laugh? haha. Love the yin and yang, love it all Dotty!
I suspect we all have a knucklehead in us, and all talk out loud to ourselves —— and at least some of us can find the laughter in ourselves no matter what. Thanks for your upbeat responses here, and for your seeing yin and yang.
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