…and I am back today to write another line or two of my story. We all have one – a story, that is. While mine currently seems enormously insignificant, I’m going to keep on living it and writing about it anyway. I know I’m not alone in this struggle called life. And I am aware that it is not always a struggle. “This too shall pass” as my Dad used to say. He stole the quote, but I can still hear him saying it so I’m going to credit him.
I’ve had these little canvases for a while. I bought them for another project that hasn’t happened yet. They were just sitting on my shelf and looked lonely. I’ve started just painting them – and then repainting them – and then layering some more paint. Now I’ve started sticking on the dried paint scrapings from my desk. They are becoming quite heavy and textural.
Why? I don’t know yet. I suppose they’ll let me know when it is time…
I am not a tidy artist…
But sometimes, I’m not sure that I’m an artist at all. But my middle daughter says that I am an artist and she should know. She will be graduating with her Bachelor of Fine Arts in December. That makes her for sure a “real artist”.
She tells me to make what I enjoy. To do what I like to do and not to worry about it all so much.
So I made this recently…
and yes, those are little plastic chickens on top. I think it might be a little bit of art therapy. As I look at it I see little parts of my life reflected. Some of the “down” moments and quite a few of the hopeful ones. Art? I don’t know.
While “doing school” today, my youngest and I stumbled across a poem we both liked.
A little bird, with plumage brown,
Beside my window flutters down,
A moment chirps its little strain,
Ten taps upon my window-pane,
And chirps again, and hops along,
To call my notice to its song;
But I work on, nor heed its lay,
Till, in neglect, it flies away.
So birds of peace and hope and love
Come fluttering earthward from above,
To settle on life’s window-sills,
And ease our load of earthly ills;
But we, in traffic’s rush and din
Too deep engaged to let them in,
With deadened heart and sense plod on,
Nor know our loss till they are gone.
It was written by Paul Lawrence Dunbar. It was a good message for today. A good message for tomorrow. Just a simple, good message….