A Hide Out
a hide out puts me
in mind of my childhood i liked to hide out
in a tree in the
summer it was always cool climbing in the branches
cool breezes moved
through the limbs and would find me there
the leaves
rustled i would curl in the fork of the tree take a nap
lost from the
world from my perch i could observe
all that was going
on in my kingdom who was out and about
who was playing in the yard
today i hide out in
my studio perfect for a hermit
an artist needs time
by himself time for nothing but thought
time to organize
like an outlaw in
the old west i go alone to my hide out
i find the end of the red
thread
where i left off
yesterday quietly i go to work have my own thoughts
do my own work far
from the madding crowd i mix my colors
red, yellow and
blue i follow the four steps to creativity inspiration
incubation execution and judgement
i observe myself at
work i see what i do all decisions are mine
April 9, 2016
3 comments:
It is wonderful to have a retreat all one's own, and to be in command of your hours...lovely. Loved the image of you as a child, perched in a tree.
Annell, you have described perfectly your love of what you do. Thank you for visiting me this month, it means a lot to me.
Pamela ox
Annell, you have described perfectly your love of what you do. Thank you for visiting me this month, it means a lot to me.
Pamela ox
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