Rain pitter patters
Tree frogs lull, solitude reins
Peace, quiet, steady.
Art Prescription: A good steady rain on my studio roof makes for the perfect solitude. While I wait for my paint to dry, I stretch out on the floor and just listen. I’m most peaceful when I have time and space to create…to let my muse wander. It’s important to know oneself – to know what makes you tick – to know what you crave, what you must have to live fully. Know thyself – do you?
Splash of chlorine wafts
Smell of coconut lotion
Hot, it’s poolside time.
Art Prescription: My neighborhood pool is open for business. People are out of their winter hide-away and into swim-suits by the pool. Kids splash about with floats while mothers and fathers tend to their youngest swimmer. Happy memories for these kids, summer at the pool. As a kid, summer lasted a lifetime, and the pool was the center of our universe…swim for fun, swim practice, swim meet, swim all day long. Course their were Popsicles involved, especially during the break each hour for “rest” time. Each season brings about a new set of memories old and new…it’s summer time!
Vast flat fields, new crops
Red barns, white houses, horses
Sky meets horizon.
Art Prescription: Took a road trip to Clinton, NC today. A relatively short ride from Chapel Hill lands us in farm country and field after field of fresh green crops. In NC farmers grow tobacco, soybean, cotton, corn, wheat, tomatoes, cows, pigs, and families. What a total juxtaposition from New York City! Joy to be able to see and experience both. Where you are is where you are, and if you enjoy the scenery it makes life sweet.
Like a New Yorker
We weave in and out of crowd
Everyone on go!
Art Prescription: New York city is not for the slow and methodical. Not for the wanderer who wishes to pause and take it all in…do that and someone will run you over…maybe a bus!! Walking the streets I heard not one word of English, except for the highly accented personnel selling tickets to shows, comedy, bus rides, psychics, weed, or a photo with Spiderman, the Naked Cowboy – hmmmm, or the folks just flat out begging for money. “The Melting Pot.” How extremely lucky are we to be able to drop in and visit this magnificent city and fly out again to the green, green, grass of NC. Knowing where you belong is worth a life-time of wants!!
Backyard birds, pigeons.
A flock lined-up over noise
Traffic, honk, siren.
Art Prescription: I’m just not a city girl. I miss my quiet backyard with my garden and studio. And I’m perfectly okay with that!! You cannot fit a square peg into a round hole, and you shouldn’t try. My booth is set! Looks peaceful, airy, and romantic. Makes me happy to see this! Show starts tomorrow. My mantra: “be true to yourself.”
Look for the lost one
Give heart and spirit at times
Find your way back home.
Art Prescription: We all get lost…hopefully we have the help and graciousness of others to help find our way home. One small kind deed goes a long ways.
Squirrel from the start
Bushy tail twitches, eyes watch
Nature or nurture?
Art Prescription: A baby squirrel crossed my path today. Little rat with a tail. And yet all the squirrel-like mannerisms were apparent. Did he/she learn this from a parent or is it just DNA? Either way she knew just what to do…swish her little tail and bolt up a tree with athletic finesse. Some things we are born with and some things we learn along the way. Either way it’s all about survival. Honor your senses!
Wren chortles tree top
Beagle bays at larger dog
Footsteps patter path.
Art Prescription: Beautiful day. Hard to stay focused and get work done. Sam home and we went for a walk. This time of day I find much amusement in the neighborhood dogs. Sounds tell us so much about what is going on in our environment!
Yoga in the rain
Birds serenade while grass grows
Sunday, time to play.
Art Prescription: Finally a day to just play with paint! My studio is clean and ready for a show, which gives me hours to explore mixed media. I’ve been interested in graffiti-like effects lately. Playing with acrylics and spray paint. Tapped into my 16 year old self today with this mixed-media work. What do you remember from being 16?
Bike wheels round and round
White wildflowers line the trail
Blackberry cobbler!
Art Prescription: We rode bikes on the American Tobacco Trail today. What was once a busy rail line to Durham, NC (at one point about 25 passenger trains came in a day), is now a meandering paved bike trail that leads to downtown. The ride takes you through kudzu infested woods, along newer and older sections of housing, and lands you right smack in the middle of the Durham Bulls Ballpark, restaurants, etc. We continued our ride to check out my friends art installation parasolb.com What a wonderful day filled with lots of scenery and surprises!! It’s good to wander! Oh, and the white wildflowers are blackberries!
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