People sometimes tell me – you’re so focused. Yes that’s true. Th downside is that sometimes it’s hard to change gears or shift energy to something else that wants or needs doing. I offer this only as a lame explanation of my absence the past week or so.
it’s August Poetry Postcard Fest 2017, the eleventh for the month-long poetry writing, postcard sending group activity. It’s my fourth year I believe and it’s a daily cycle of hoping to write a poem at lunch, getting something written by late night and usually out to the mailbox around midnight. It seems particularly hard this year to do that and other things like painting and blogging and being a world citizen all at the same time. I’ll figure it out.
I am struck though by the difference in describing things in words and doing it with paint and paper. I’m not sure if one is anymore realistic or true emotionally but they are different.
I’ve done things. Painting, words, stuff. I did fix up my brushes so as not to lose them in the tall grass.
I am doing a “secret” project for postcard poetry and feel, although I’m sure it’s not true, like I created a great new technique. All in the interest of getting some consistent results multiple times.
And a little painting, but bigger than normal:
That’s all for now!
