The rantings of an Artist...
24/01/08 15:18
I opened
my eyes this morning, and found the day… dark,
heavy and slate gray… and somehow I knew -
today would be different… different from
yesterday… different from all
the other
days… I knew this
day held
tremendous change…and insight… I could
feel it in my soul… Quietly I sipped my hot,
bitter cup of coffee… trying to decipher
through the static that charged the air around
me… that filled the room… that reflected
off the grey aura - that I knew - held the promise of
winter snow… Soo? What else is it I’m
sensing? I'm not sure...
Unsettled, I recluse myself in my studio… quiet… dark… I get my nag champa burning… and watch it’s curling white streams rise into the air… with nothing but the hum of the equipment, and my computer.. and the occasional buzz of the dryer downstairs… I find my thoughts are surging, leaping and twisting… so many harmonies, so many verses, words and notes – rambling – galloping in my head… I close my eyes and try to quiet my thoughts…breathing quietly and deeply… only to discover, when I do open my eyes… and look outside… through that window overlooking the Mulberry tree… that the snow has come… drifting lightly past, landing feather light…like a lover’s whisper… but so very present… looming so large, larger than life itself… and it came, just like so many other snows… but yet somehow this one is different… special… it’s almost discernable… but still the reality of what I want – dances just out of my reach… beyond my fingertips... like a wood nymph or a muse, the right word, or tone…or note… and the bitterness of my coffee – on my tongue… is now my bane… Ahhhhhh... but then the world becomes still and quiet…as a hush falls… and the static fades… and then I see… yes... I know - what it is…
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Unsettled, I recluse myself in my studio… quiet… dark… I get my nag champa burning… and watch it’s curling white streams rise into the air… with nothing but the hum of the equipment, and my computer.. and the occasional buzz of the dryer downstairs… I find my thoughts are surging, leaping and twisting… so many harmonies, so many verses, words and notes – rambling – galloping in my head… I close my eyes and try to quiet my thoughts…breathing quietly and deeply… only to discover, when I do open my eyes… and look outside… through that window overlooking the Mulberry tree… that the snow has come… drifting lightly past, landing feather light…like a lover’s whisper… but so very present… looming so large, larger than life itself… and it came, just like so many other snows… but yet somehow this one is different… special… it’s almost discernable… but still the reality of what I want – dances just out of my reach… beyond my fingertips... like a wood nymph or a muse, the right word, or tone…or note… and the bitterness of my coffee – on my tongue… is now my bane… Ahhhhhh... but then the world becomes still and quiet…as a hush falls… and the static fades… and then I see… yes... I know - what it is…
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A cold, snowy morning buck!
01/01/08 16:21
A cold winter morning... and Jennifer heads to the
paddock to turn out her horse Gus - who is THRILLED
to finally get outside and RUN!!! Yippie!
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Like her buckin' Bronk of a Bubba? Leave a comment and tell her what you think! Read More...