Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Tuesday January 4, 2010 Poetry Blog of the Week
I am totally shameless. I would like to share that Mary Kling selected and wrote about my blog as poetry blog of the week. I am still in shock and amazement. She likes my work! Thanks so much Mary. I hope you can drop by and see what she wrote.
Yesterday I worked in the studio all day. I cannot tell you what I did. I do remember, I worked at the computer, I wrote a bit and I worked on my SOUL book project. The outcome of the day's work was the decision that the direction I was going, just was not going to work --I couldn't make my ideas visible in the way that I wanted, and I had to make adjustments. Sometimes at the end of the day, the work accomplished cannot be seen.
I think of my studio and my work area as my home. It is where you will find me everyday. My worktable's flat surface is just right for my conception and execution, although sometimes I paint vertically at the easel, it depends on the medium I am using.
In this quiet room, that often gathers dust, but what would one expect, after all, it is the high desert of the southwest. And along with the beauty, one accepts a little dust.
It is that worktable that I wanted to talk about. I decided to take a picture this morning. You can see the sun isn't up yet, and I decided, no matter in what state of disorganization the work table was in, I would take the picture as it was. I was surprised to find it was as well organized as it was. Then I remembered at the end of the day yesterday, I was thinking about creating a painting in the Desert Poems series. So I had selected a piece of oriental paper, carefully handmade by Mr. Hosino, of Kiryu, Japan. I had torn the paper to the size that I wanted. And I was prepared to begin the work.
My worktable is my small stone, and it is where I spend most of my life, polishing my stone.
Once an oak tree
Four sturdy legs
for my work