night blooms

This one's a remake. 

I've been enjoying collage and painting combinations. The process is fun, the outcome is organic and it's a great switch up from straight acrylic or pencil. There have been a few pieces I've loved dearly - usually very simple in aesthetic and pure in message. This was not one of those paintings. I got carried away with shapes, colours and overall composition. There was no ease to the design - something I didn't see for a while. It was then called "Talking With Earth". 

Not being one to hang onto old work, I had it shipped back. As soon as I unpacked it, I knew what to do. In a way, it's the opposite of my pale background, dark bird creations. A moody light, some blossoms and a glow is what it took to make it shine. 

the mouth on that one

What a sweetheart! 

Gentle poet, what will you share with me today? Will it be a song of your travels? About your nest? Or your friends? 

I sit, hands folded in my lap. I wait for your thoughtful musing, enjoying the sight of you. What a pleasure you are.

But wait - what? In a bad mood you find yourself? Well, we all feel like that sometimes. Oh. Really? It's not that bad, is it? Oh, I see. That is troubling. What a pity. I hope you feel better. Let's catch up another day. 

return to the natural way

A slow step
followed by a step
followed by a step
followed by a step.

A thousand steps.
Steps on Cookie-cutter Hardness.
Steps on Permanence.
Steps on Sameness.

Each step steeped in hunger.
An aching longing for unpredictable stride.
A gift of soft, organic Unknown.
Almost touchable, it is so close now 


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the unexpected gift

Shadow on a pale concrete slab. Unapologetically challenged by a slick ink droplet. My eyes intently soak in the collision, but my heart is left yearning. 

I want soft. Warm. Welcoming. 

The ink drop shifts, spilling a little to my left. I shift with it. And then I see.

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Hello, I've missed you!

Has it been that long?! 

Being busy with summer, including a stay visit from someone overseas has made the last two months a blur. While a piece of my heart and my mind was always in the studio, my physical presence was reduced to sleeping on a blow up mattress there. Now, with the space back to its intended purpose, I have been ecstatically painting, scratching, dripping, smudging, sanding, drilling, writing, drawing and singing. 

So much fun. As happens with stuff on hold, the pent up energy is happily bubbling out. Yay!

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