*Note: I have returned to make some changes. Changed “dirt” to “dusty” roads. “Energy” to “prayers””fallen to the floor” to “fallen to the dirt floor”(as the floors of the early Spanish Churches were dirt or a mixture blood and lime)
Morning whispers greeting, remembers where I left off yesterday. Invites me to begin again.
Note* I looked out my window the first thing this morning. And thought, it changes so quickly, what is glorious will soon change. I flew from my bed, grabbed the keys, went to studio, got the camera, and took this pic. How grateful I am. My heart is filled from the first moment I awakened. This has to be a wonderful day. And if you share this with me, it will be a wonderful day for you, too.
The day begins quietly, doesn’t know what it wants to be. Thunderstorm expected in the afternoon, until then it will be another hot day.
This is a very busy time for me, I have no time to “gather scattered words, to make sense of it all”. It isn’t a transition time, but perhaps a time for completing projects. All seems pressing right now, only wish I could get these things finished, so I could do what I want. I started an investigation several months ago, and just haven’t had enough time to really get into it, so it calls to me. Whispers my name, teases me and of course I want to respond. What to search in this playground I have created.
I am looking at still life, and asking the question. “How much information is needed?” And right now I cannot finish the question. How much information is needed, for what? To create an interesting painting? For the viewer to still recognize the painting as “still life?” I am a little bit lost right now, so you see how much I would like to stay with this, even if it is to finish my question. What am I asking?