Today it was decided. I needed a date with a pen, journal, cup of tea and my camera.Chinese garden. A walk to an import store. A tree with cloth tied around it, like a poem.
Reflection of the clouds in the side of a building. A crowd. A chain saw and a tree no longer. Watching. Watching. Glimpse. Taken in, translated. Fast forward. Home tonight painting, as if all that appears on canvas is from a well deeply hidden inside of my being. Paint here, no here. This color. Now Listen. Listen.
What lovely remembrances of your day. They do come to you like that, in snippets and flashes of color or sound or a brief image. All as if the universe is speaking to us in code.
ReplyDeletePeace~
Dawn