March in coastal Maine. Even in the lengthening light, the landscape, so many of these days,
is quiet, shades of muted grey. Heaved, muddy roads, and patches of ice still hold in the forest.
Then other days the blanket of clouds pass and our big sun creates rivulets down sides of roads, new songs in the brooks and shadows become form, substance.
"How do I coalesce these creative urgings that are nebulous at best? The articulation seems to be through poetry or not at all. Otherwise I am sidestepping and analyzing as a critic would. For my expression, creating life, I need a freedom from definition, the whole thrust of my work is discovery. The marriage of feeling, a clear mind, movement and attunement to the combined forces at work that evolve through love, experience."
Now on the backside of winter, my studio time dances between painting and writing. Painting has moved downstairs where I have more room to work...large canvases and paper, with continued exploration into the series "The Calling". I've been grateful these last few months for visitors, and patrons, at the studio and online, with subsequent framing, curatorial assistance, and placement. In addition to daily journaling, a short story is finished and submitted, while I continue editing work on my novel.
And I wouldn't be able to continue my own work if not for all the creatives out there who are undeterred in these challenging times.
I gain courage, heart and lift from so many of you. Recently I've been influenced by Maine poet, Elizabeth Tibbetts' beautiful book
"Say What You Mean"
Remarkable, astounding language. Preview here
Also been listening/painting to a 2014 release by musician Ross Gallagher,
"Utopian Dreams, Dystopian Visions"
Take a listen here