Painting and Poetry

8x10 pastel and watercolor on Uart paper
After chatting with other artist friends (nearby and blogger) I have been reflecting on the act of painting and how it relates to poetry. In another post this month I said that I wished I could compose sonnets. Many people wrote back that the painting was a sonnet. Hmmmmmmmm. I guess they are all right. Painting is very much like a sonnet, we painters simply have different tools. Instead of words and meter we have color and mark (stroke). Using our tools we create beautiful escapes and evoke feeling.

This morning the river was awesome. I stood and gaped for so long that a curious squirrel crawled right up to me and sat in my bag! Oh...I really do love my job, my vocation.