Morning confessions at #creativemorningsavl #hornsbycreative
Spring whispers to winter in the morning.
In waves I hear stories of women and men,
Ships carry their ideas to shore.
Flotsam and twigs, as they are.
Shared absurdities of hope and withered fruit trees.
The laughter of children playing by the stony brook unaware of their fleeting.
The tears of the widow mending their quilt with leathery hands, scented of cotton.
I make move to raise my voice to join in the song.
But my gratitude and my longing wrestle me down,
Like lovers in the variegated landscape of our heart.
Fields of sorrow grow tended by tears of joy.
Beneath the soil, an infinite array of stars.
Casting off my cloak, I long to sing. But find the notes are too low to fit through my throat,
The melody too supple to slip past my lips.
Our chorus is too lonesome to loosen my tongue.
So silence remains the steady accompanying beat to this old living song of listening deep.
As the waters run through, and the memories sleep.
The Spring in a Winter night’s dream.
“By awareness of life we are inspired to live.
Life is consciousness of life itself.
The measure of your life is the amount of beauty and happiness of which you are aware.” – Agnes Martin
Went in and added a little color to this. And the sketch on the book in the sketch. #sketchdaily #sketch #drawing #watercolorpencils #drawing #hammock #hornsbycreative
A little hammock #sketch.
#drawing #sketchdaily #eno #hammock #instaart #hornsbycreative
I decided the sand needed more work.
Another little #pleinair #acrylic #painting. This time looking away from the ocean at this majestic #tree.
Tomorrow will be 15 years with this lovely lady. My best friend and constant companion. Lots of laughs and tears and of course lots of treats and coffee. Here’s to another 15.
#relaxing after decorating the #beach. #hornsbycreative
Time marches on. The promise of spring grows near.