Mother’s Day, Day Off

I had dinner with mom after work last night and she suggested that I go painting today. But it’s Mother’s Day, you know… Nope, she was pretty sure I should go painting if the weather held. So in her honor I took the new pochade box and all the gear and found the little Hand Hollow Conservation area in New Lebanon.

Right at the split of Hand Hollow Rd (?) and County 9, it was nicely marked, had a little parking area and trail maps and a nice pond with a couple picnic tables. Perfect for setting up the tripod and box. Because it rained buckets last night I used my beach backrest as a dry seat (because you know, wooden picnic table benches…). It was brisk so my black cap was welcome, as was the thermos.

Three cars pulled up while I was there, folks getting out and stretching their legs on a beautiful afternoon. The trail information talks about what to do if you come upon a bear – do not approach! make a lot of noise! – but all I saw was a pair of Canadian geese and small birds.

I tried very hard to channel the Brits and splash in washes to help define areas. I was not dismayed when the gray sky , which I’d painted rather well, turned beautiful and blue. I was more than glad to change that around. I was sorry no one wandered by to look over my shoulder while I was merrily dashing the initial washes about.

Tuesday, Paint Adventures

Threatening rain now but earlier today there was a narrow window of sun. I went out and had a quick breakfast, catching up on a friend’s trip and then headed off to work on the next phase of my travel kit prep. In the days when I did a lot of teaching at my quilt guild I put together a travel box with duplicate common tools. That way it was always ready to go and I never was missing things in my work room or at a meeting. Worked out great. So why was I trying to shuttle paint brushes inside/outside/inside etc?

Went off to Arlene’s with a short list of brush essentials for the paintbox. Managed to come home with what was on the list and only a little more. I did get some cobalt blue because I love to watch the UK guys dab it around for skies. And I also got a very greeny-gold color because that’s around a lot this time of year. Looks like it will grey up nicely too for darker olives and browns.

This first one needed to dry some so I can go back and add bluer-green shadowy areas.

Of course, it would have made more sense to do those the opposite way around, but on the second, all I really wanted to do was to try this 1″ hake brush. That’s going to take some practice to get color vs water right.

NaPoWriMo Day Seven

Because I think we’re all here.

And here’s what I did before work today:

Life in 2017

The constant, low-level adrenaline
pushed out all my thoughts
made your fingers twitch
interrupted any conversation
made your stomach hurt. made my temples throb.
How to soothe this inner shivering mess
in the words of the wise: make art, breathe deep,
string words together into poetry
write tales to bind up the ragged edges
while you’re making and thinking and writing
and looking around at the world at hand
the world as it really is, beautiful
and whole, filled with light and darkness and birds
all thoughts belong to me and you alone.

NaPoWriMo Day Four

I did spend part of the day painting. Another part listening to American Gods. Part of it looking at the William Carlos Williams book of poems. Another part bothering the cats. I cleaned debris from the front seat of the car. You know – important stuff. The NaPoWriMo prompt was about color but I was not too wordy myself today. I used a prompt I’d jotted down on March 31.

A box full of paint
and paper and tape
an afternoon spent
making up a landscape
and drinking tea
while it rained
a cold rain, early april
who knows the real
contour of hills?

Enter the Sheep, Watching

Threw a little bit of Wales under the sky I’d started the other day. The foreground is as it was but I probably would leave it out on a do-over.

NaPoWriMo Day 1

I wrote these last night onto my phone. Little did I know that the early bird prompt was of prose and haiku.

I fold the words, clouds
Sailing on seas blue, endless,
Purposeful, loving.

this telling of sky:
the love it holds out to clouds
protective of stars.

Scooping up the wind
Directing it now to hills,
Now to the river

So I’m off to a month of poems, today combining haiku and sonnet-form.

I fold the words, clouds creased on seas blue
endlessly sailing, purposeful of love
This telling of the sky, holding out stars
protective, small repeated gesturing
which sweeps the night, trees clattering with wind
in between, the stars refrain the chatter
popping with glint until clouds win again
and the night shivers with rain, falling cold.
Going out to see what is in the world
Stepping off the porch, rain or snow or clear
The world travels in its late night journey
Far off the train sings or an owl calling
Far off the house seems, a few steps further
past the tree to learn what of the night.

Wet into wet on a wet day

Wet and drying