From the novel A Window Across the River by Brian Morton:
Writing was … the best way
she had ever found
to express her fascination with life,
her quarrels with life, her questions.
She sometimes thought that even if
what she wrote every day
was doomed to disappear
during the night,
she would keep writing stories,
just to make a daily pilgrimage
to the realm
of mystery and reverence and play.
She didn’t always reach that realm
when she was writing stories,
but merely to turn toward it
was a kind of nourishment
unlike any other.
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I lightened and loosened my work in progress, with pale pale blue oil pastel and splatters of glossy high-flow acrylic.
Then got stuck again, stymied by this work in progress. Does it still need something? It might not. And, if it does, what?
Even not knowing, I'm filled to the brim.
Because, oh, that turning toward.
4 comments:
It's so wonderful when the process nourished your soul.
Isn't it? The changes here are 'small' but represent considerable engagement and exploration and time and musing and trial and error, the sum of which is nourishment greater than the parts : )
I can hardly notice any change. Can't seem to see any blue as well. Melinda Cootsona, one of my favorite online instructors, likes to refer to pieces that are resolved and maybe not finished. She likes an unfinished quality. I would say it is resolved!
Your attention to visual language in your commenting informs me in welcome ways, Carol—thank you!
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