Today is the last day of winter. It has been a fabulous one here, and truly I hate to see it go. Spring does not bring me much hope this year for some reason. There seems little chance of renewal. Recycling maybe. Recycling, rehashing, redoing, but no renewing. Spring on a budget, I think, the season reflecting the culture. The world looks worn and weary. I will do my part to help. I am getting my house cleaned and am getting new landscaping all around. I am putting new shutters in the dining room and bedroom. I will do the traditional spring cleaning and rid myself of much. It is riding me and must be jettisoned, this "stuff." I will feel better, perhaps, when things are cleaned up, redone, thrown away. Maybe I can make one thing sparkle.
With spring comes a body awareness. It is not just the extra pounds. It is the desire to live in a better vessel. No more cocktails alone. Yoga. Long, long walks and short runs. Breathing and eating simply. It sounds wonderful.
And it is next to impossible given the factory and the tyranny of working.
Perhaps I'll find some creativity again, find something to say or make. That is my hope for spring.
But I meant today to speak of winter, with its fabulously velvet dark and clear blue skies and dry, perfect air. That has been my winter. It has been the one truly enjoyable thing.
Wonderful photo, beautiful pose and look, and the lines of the couch work amazing with the lines of the model.
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Good to Read,does it means that we will see some amazing new story, with the beauty of the artist? If spring bring you the will to clean out your life, may be summer will melt the wax of the years on your wings, and you can spread them again and fly around... Don't forget to drop by Europe, you have a fan Club that would like to learn/listen/read you, and would like to see some familiar scenes , through the eyes of the Master Bill............
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ReplyDeleteI like this photo. It's the light. Whatever you do with the light it is working with the green background. I also like her curled toe. Well done.
I visited my friend today. He was shocked I didn't cancel as we had another storm -- it was howling up in Ptown. Sleet, wind, rain. It wasn't so much art (though our conversations are always there). It was about jewelry. Wonderful, wonderful handmade jewelry from the early 1900's through about 1950. That is good too, of course.
Not much time to respond today as I am running really very late, but thank you all. You don't know what it means to me, truly.
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