(my paris stories)

THESE 7 ARE UNAVAILABLE

(spiral d)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

morning light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

inspiration

 

 ”We also rightly speak of intuition or inspiration as a gift.  As the artist works, some portion of his creation is bestowed upon him.  An idea pops into his head, a tune begins to play, a phrase comes to mind, a color falls in place on the canvas.  Usually, in fact, the artist does not find himself engaged or exhilarated by the work, nor does it seem authentic, until this gratuitous element has appeared, so that along with any true creation comes the uncanny sense that ‘I,’ the artist, did not make the work.”   — from intro to The Gift, How the Creative Spirit Transforms the World,  by Lewis Hyde

 I never actually made it through this entire book, but read the intro far from home one cloudy day while sitting on an uncomfortable bench by the Thames.  My mother-in-law watched the river and the passersby; my husband did a little watercolor sketch of the Houses of Parliament; Big Ben chimed; the Queen Elizabeth cruised by with a wedding in progress, white-veiled bride and black-tuxedoed groom in the bow.  And I read this quote and thought, “Yes, that’s it exactly.”

Is it that way for you?  Comments welcome.

(prairie)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I was born on the prairie, where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the Sun . . . and where everything drew a free breath.”

–Parra Wa-Samen (Ten Bears) of the Yamaparika Comanches, Treaty Speech of 1872

  www.gprc.org

NOT AVAILABLE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

tuesday, driving home

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

as with many of these pages, there are layers of meaning here, but these questions primarily concern my interaction with art supplies in creating journal pages.  when they don’t do what i want or expect, i sometimes change direction and follow their lead, and i sometimes arm myself (so to speak) and try to force my will on them.  there’s a lot of “back and forth-ing” in the process.    the answer, “it’s a conversation,” was offered by my husband who has for many years been “conversing” with his paints.

(part 2)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 James gave me a little digital camera for Christmas!  In July!

Here are three of my first photos.

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(mysterious ways)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I had always believed that the world involved magic:  now I thought that perhaps it involved a magician.  And this pointed a profound emotion always present and sub-conscious; that this world of ours has some purpose; and if there is a purpose, there is a person.  I had always felt life first as a story: and if there is a story there is a story-teller.”                  — from Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton

 

(recycled cats 2)