CrossRoads Farm

Productivity

24 February, 2005 - 2:30 pm

My studio/office hasn’t seen much use lately. It is unbelievably cold up there and I’m so busy that I haven’t bothered to bundle up and get to work. But this week I’ve been remarkably productive.

I wrote a semi-autobiographical short story and a poem based on the famous short story "A Rose for Emily” by William Faulkner.

I also set up a temporary table in the family room and I’ve painted for three nights in a row.

The first painting is January. I like this one and it evokes just the kind of feeling I was looking for. My inspiration for this piece comes from an actual place less than a quarter mile from here and I always slow the car to get a good look when I go by.

The second piece isn’t done yet. It is far more abstract than the other two and I’m not sure enough about it yet to actually post it. It doesn’t help that when K saw it, she who always ‘gets’ my work, said, “Is that a parking lot?” Ugh. No, I don’t think that one is done.

The third one. Last night’s. Well, I had laid down the first layer of paint, and I was waiting for it to dry. I hopped online for a moment to retrieve some song lyrics – I’m getting ready for the summer session of Our Town Singers – and G was there. She doesn’t have a phone yet at her new house but she does have the cable modem thing going. So we were IMing. This form of communication does have it’s advantages, but for G and I is is far, far inferior to actually speaking on the phone. We interrupt each other way to often and so much of what we talk about relies on tone that IM just doesn’t cut it. At any rate, the conversation distracted me and almost an hour went by. It was 10:45 already. And I would still have to clean brushes when I was done. I deliberated and then I caved to my muse and finished it. I don’t know about you, but I love it. It’s called One Morning.

Last week I was trying to tell some one about the art I do and why I paint what I paint. I’m not sure if that person was really hearing me or not, so I’ll expalain it to you.

One Morning I was shoveling snow and it was cold and the clouds were clearing and I looked up on the sky and couldn’t believe my eyes. The sky hung like layers in evenly spaced bands. My heart did a little flip, and I wanted to tell you. And maybe, if I was lucky, and had the least amount of talent; and maybe, if I can get your attention for a moment, I can make you see that sky with my eyes – and your heart can do a little flip.

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