Inspiration

Inspiration comes in many forms for me, a comment on a previous work,a shadow on the ground,, light coming through the trees. Sunset, sunrise, a memory and a prayer..., a song, this song reached out and touched me when this album first came out. For those of you who don’t know Trans Siberian Orchestra, please check them out.

I want to paint this, I have not yet had it come to me, something with a Unicorn in a night sky, snowflakes, stars...so far this is all I have come up with, but I can feel it, wrap itself around me, it will come, this painting of mine....

CHRISTMAS DREAMS

SOMEWHERE BEYOND WHERE THE LIGHT RARELY GOES
SOMEWHERE BEYOND WHERE THE DARK BARELY BREATHES
SOMEWHERE THIS NIGHT WHERE THE DARK ONLY KNOWS
SHE AWAITS EVER PATIENT
SHE AWAITS RARELY SEEN
BUT HER MOMENTS ARE TAKEN
FOR IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT
GATHERING LIGHT
CHRISTMAS DREAMS

…AND A TEAR FALLS UPON HER SNOW-WHITE HAIR

AND IT RUNS TO THE END WHERE IT LINGERS THERE
THEN IT FALLS THROUGH THE AIR OF A WINTER’S SKY
TILL IT CAPTURES A DREAM AND IT’S CRYSTALIZED….

LET IT GO!
LET IT GO!
THIS OLD WORLD THAT I KNOW
FOR SOON EVERYTHING WILL BE CHANGING
IN A SINGLE GLANCE
WHERE IT ALL ENCHANTS
AND EVERY HOPE IS WORTH SAVING

Change

I know I have neglected this blog for a long time now. The dog's blog took over ! (sorry Kira!)

Life is about change. Some changes are big, some are small. In the past month, I have had a new change in my life. My last child living at home moved out to be on her own. Now for you without children, you may think, so... you now have more freedom, more time...

You are suddenly also now old. There are three stages in a woman's life, the maiden, the mother, the crone.... I am now the crone...The word crone once meant simply 'wise woman' and, in antiquity, was a term of respect. Now a days is means simply you are old! I do not feel old! I look in the mirror and go ahhhhg! who the #@%*^# is that?

So time marches on, you clean the house,change the bedrooms into guest rooms, pick yourself up and go on....and wonder, as an artist how this is going to change my work. Every year I grow, my art grows. Something major happens, the art changes. That is because the art is me. I change, my art changes. It will be interesting to see the way I go now.


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