Wednesday, May 7, 2008

It Begins With a Puddle


Not too much to see. Unless you think potentiality.



Blue. Cobalt blue. Some water. A sable brush. And me.



Do you see a sky? or a river bed? Or something not yet formed? Look at the edges so freshly wet. And traces of potent blue. I see the beginnings of all things, of tidepools, constellations, even a heartbeat.



Here's some line. A little ink. A bit of pencil. Two more essentials. Every puddle I have waded, every river, ocean or stream that flows through my fingers, every raindrop on my face...can be touched again. Brought to life with resonance.



No, doesn't look like much. A few simple tools.



And then add me.

This is for Michael Martine.

4 comments:

ParisBreakfasts said...

Ooooooooooooooooooooo
LOVE the BLUE
Even if it ain't "Gillott" Blue
Puddles rhymes with Poodles
Both highly loveable (sp)
YUM

Janice C. Cartier said...

PB- "Gillott" Blue is way cool too. Isn't it funny you did orange today and I did blue... complimentary color resonance. I like that. :)

Sonia Simone said...

Oh, whoosh, I love this. I get very inarticulate on your blog, I think my visual brain is shutting my verbal brain up (for a change).

Janice C. Cartier said...

Visual kryptonite??? ;) You've been brilliantly dazzling all over the place lately...saying hi is just fine. :)