standing in a park cold breeze mutes the noisy crowd wishing the earth well focussed on intent, sending hope for the future something we all must work for must come with action. Short poem today – a couple days of … Continue reading →
One of the books I brought home today was this: Watercolorists at Work by Susan Meyer and Norman Kent, 1972. Norman Kent, when editor of American Artist had asked twenty-five artists to contribute to a book showing their process. His … Continue reading →
I got up very early this morning to go to the book sale in Williamstown and I’d been warned that these bags would be with the “vintage” books but little did I imagine just how mysterious and irresistible they would … Continue reading →
Laying paint film by glaze by blotch •
reveling in the occasionally brilliant stroke Continue reading →
Had this notion on the way to work about the color of the world seeping up toward the sky in spring but on the way home I saw my first of the wonderful white flowering shrubs that to me really … Continue reading →
Anyone can carry his burden, however hard, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.
