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.


ParisBreakfasts said...

Even if it ain't "Gillott" Blue
Puddles rhymes with Poodles
Both highly loveable (sp)

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. :)