Friday, October 28, 2011

Observation

Walking into the kitchen, the neighbor across the yard sits in red with the light on.
Yesterday she turned the light off when I looked her way.
It's inevitable.
She's across the way.
In the window.
With the light on.
In red.
Who wouldn't look?

Today I look away.
I look at the pigeon on her roof.
I look at the sky, trying to determine which will win today, the gray or the blue.
I look at the bamboo growing up from the other neighbor's garden and
the two stumps of pine tree that they have left to hang their hammock on.

The water boils and I stir it into my chicory.
Three drops of stevia.
As usual I think it will be too sweet, but I do it anyway.

I open the fridge.
I close the fridge.
I turn.
She is still there.
In red.
With the light on.

And she is looking at me.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Texel Time

Texel is a municipality and an island in the Netherlands, in the province of North Holland. It is the biggest and most populated of theFrisian Islands in the Wadden Sea, and also the westernmost of this archipelago, which extends to Denmark. (Wikipedia)

And for four days it was heavenly. Here's how I saw it:




























One word - space. Ok, another, peaceful. Just one more... sunshine. The triumvirate and holy trinity all rolled into one and just what the doctor ordered. As Spring began tickling the ivories of nature and before the tourist take-over I left my sketchbook at home and just pushed a button. Who knew life could be so easy?

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Bedtime Stories

My eyes are tired. From looking. Deeply. Into. Everything. Sleep, you might say. Close your eyes and dream, but then I'm still looking. Shall I describe the colors? Blue, black, embedded stars in the sky, white light. I hold tight to the ledge to keep from falling down and wake with clenched fists around the wooden handles of my brushes. It shouldn't be this hard, but sometimes it is. Sometimes it stretches so wide it breaks into ribbons of taffy that is too sweet and sticks to the roof of my mouth. So much to remember, color, line, form, warm, cold, proportion... I have doubts...

Then, today, with the fickle sun shining through the colored panes, I too entered the age of enlightenment (at least for the moment), realizing that it is not with eyes that one sees, but the heart. Just the facts, ma'am. Let the facts lie, as they do. I prefer the mythology of my own reality. Cream no sugar, thanks.