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The dam
colored pencil
2/1/2015 |
The weather has not been cooperating lately. We are under the lash and it's troubling. I miss these expansive moments of the river's white noise and my contemplative focus. Also, various projects have stacked up; moments spent on one task is time stolen from another. There are moments where dealing with the necessities of life are the most clear and rewarding: shoveling snow, cooking and other domestic chores, doing laundry… Even writing is a form of procrastination.
Such is life and it will change. Projects will be completed. And through it all I still hear ducks overhead and see life at the bird feeder. The snow piles up in last year's nests and interesting animal tracks are seen in the snow. These creatures who share their lives without calculation, illuminate a path for me.
I worked in my studio this morning (like all my mornings) and considered my reason to draw outdoors: to attend and be gently surprised and reminded of the basics of Life beyond my small intelligence. And this picture emerged:
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| two ibises in Old Egypt (detail) |
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2/6/2015
mixed media |
It's not such a good painting but the sentiment is true for me: the imbalance between what the
Egyptian feels about the Ibis and what the
Ibis feels about the Egyptian. It brings me some peace in this very troubled world.
Bonne journée mes amis.
