On my nightstand:
Somewhere, between the breeze
and the faraway sound of a train,
comes a line of birdsong, lightly
threading the heavy cloth of dream.
Joyce Sutphen, excerpted from "Soundings"
On my easel:
As I paint, the simple pleasures of homefront soundings, indoors and out, thread my work—Dave's footsteps going up and down the stairs to the basement to get carpentry tools, the banging away of a patch of sheetrock in the family room ceiling and, between those footsteps and that banging, the industry on a sparrow, pecking against the inside wall of a birdhouse as some part of the process of constructing a nest for imminent occupancy.
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A Line of Birdsong 1.5 x 6" bookmark; acrylic, ink, and Stabilo pencil on watercolor paper abstract 2023 |
