This blog just doesn't seem to cooperate sometimes. Lately, it has underlined everything I have tried to type OR has skewed the text all over the page. There are a lot of things I want to say about all my previous titles and images that don't include text but instead of catching up, I will just begin here: with a photograph of condensation. Huh.
I don't feel as though I have one stream of thought, only one million streams (perhaps it's the head cold I have currently) but what I do know is that I walked to the library in the winter wind today (the one that could perhaps bring one of those spring snow storms) with my dog, Stella. I loved hearing the wind in the pines. I LOVE my public library -- seriously. Recently, I reserved a book there (Journal of a Solitude by May Sarton) that was recommended by a friend. I have savored each and every word.
I love drinking coffee (in the morning) or cocoa with marshmallows in the afternoon or wine at evening while sitting under the afghan my Grandmother made. I LOVE Herbie Hancock and have been listening to a lot of his music lately. Last Friday, his album, Transitions and Dimensions, got me through writing an art proposal. This week I have been listening to his album River: the Joni letters. I love, when I am painting, that I feel our possibilities are endless, that the impossible is possible, all the time. Tonight, I cooked a roasted root vegetable and pasta dish -- yum! Still hibernating, I guess...
Oh, and, this photo? I just like it. I like the sparkle, the color, the shape of circle. Just recently, when painting, I noticed I felt too confined (perhaps this is more of a winter movement) and am ready to branch out bigger, wilder. I hope I am ready. Could this be a sign up spring? We will see. That is all we can do.