Oh good gracious! I’ve been so preoccupied with cursing the world for not allowing me to bilocate, fighting off labor terror and coping with my inability to tear my eyes away from my books that I missed the birthday of the wonderful Billy Collins! It was this past Sunday, which was also my sister’s-in-law birthday. I’m jealous she gets to share it with him. Happy Birthday, Billy, sir. Thank you for spawning my love affair with words and their majesty born from uniting with each other.
It’s also been quite the long while since my last post, for which I apologize as well. See aforementioned list for my excuses. I have another blog whose sole purpose is to keep my sanity in check, which nobody on this great earth reads (and actually, now that I think about it, makes it not a blog at all), that I have wrongly ignored as well. That one is much easier to speak to though because I know that nobody will read my words…a diary, if you will. You will never see it either, my friends. Unless…I’ve always contemplated making a book out of it, a memoir of sorts, but I have yet to find enough courage to do so. That’s as personal as it gets for me, sharing your thoughts and insides just as they are – stripped of any sugar and any worry that you might offend hundreds of thousands of people or even just one person. It’s a lot easier to share my insides via canvas because it’s open for much interpretation and the way it’s viewed has much to do with every person’s reality….different ideas can surface and one “story” can read like fifty different ones. That’s another tale for another time.
It’s windy today and it’s having an effect on my ability to focus. Who knew the wind could blow your thoughts around the way it makes leaves fly in circles and, well, though not as poetic, call to attention the amount of trash littering the streets?
I’m nearing the finish of the great blue and foil collage. I’m quite happy with it, though it’s one of those pieces nobody else is going to understand, but that’s my right as an artist, is it not? And since I included bits of a poem for which I can’t find the author, I can’t post it online for fear of copyright infringements, etc. This piece is going in our bedroom. It’s one I would feel a little lost without.
Next up is a recently commissioned piece involving the spirituality of windmills, green landscapes and the colors of meditation. I haven’t quite put the whole thing together in my head yet, but hopefully it won’t disappoint!
I think it best to end here before the wind picks up again…
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