|18x9 pastel and watercolor on Uart|
This weekend was nutz and I think it will be crazy for a while and I will survive. (Although you may see more erratic posting...sorry.)
I did manage to paint, but was unsatisfied with those as well.
So I leave you with a piece of a poem by Mary Oliver.
I see or hear
that more or less
that leaves me
like a needle
in the haystack
It is what I was born for-
to, look, to listen
This excerpt was taken from the poem called Mindful, from Mary Oliver's book Why I Wake Early. Check it out and enjoy! For months it has been by my bedside, savoring it day by day.