Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

27 October 2011

Update on Creative Paralysis & Procrastination

So I've tried to follow what I wrote last week, trying to build up that "one thing" creative savings account throughout the week so that my weekends are relatively task-free.

Tuesday I did this one thing:


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Wednesday I did this one thing:


I have used this company before -- again, very efficient and easy on pricing: Documounts for custom-cut mats and backing, as well as a host of other accessories most artists need.

And today I cheated a bit -- nothing to help my art business but rather something to help my spirit. We all need that from time to time, don't we? I found Copper Canyon Press, a wonderful publisher of contemporary and international poetry. What I love about the site is that you can sample bits of poetry from the various books and then share them via email with friends and colleagues. Cool! If you download their catalog, you can browse through and read excerpts. That's where I found a backlist of Pablo Neruda's works -- excellent treat for such a wet and dreary day.

So now I've cleared the deck of "have-to-do's" and can devote that much more time to working on the art. I've still got so much more to do before the Hartford Open Studio weekend, but now I feel I've achieved a bit more balance by keeping the menial things off to one side.


Out of clutter find simplicity;
From discord find harmony;
In the middle of difficulty lies opportunity.

Albert Einstein

03 August 2010

On an August afternoon

Dunes
acrylic, gouache & pastel

august
summer winding down
a breath of north wind
tickles sun-burnt skin

dunes slumber
under the weight of heat
waters sluggish

tiny birds
dodge about wetlands
no longer wet . . .

i close my eyes
to the bright light and
dream of crisp breezes
and cooled stone beneath
my feet

autumn is knocking
at the door
on the threshold

i roll over . . .