Crazy busy at work lately, galleries calling
looking for their orders, sandblaster problems,
my hands ache from painting, peeling, polishing....
There is a point in the process where the piece
tends to look really messy, with paint smudged
and smeared, colors colliding: stem, leaf & petal
a jumble of black, green, pink/red/yellow.
And then something wonderful happens, with
a damp cloth and a soft emery board, and the pattern
emerges -- delicate, clear, precise.
That's the "ahhhh" moment.
(And then it's the ibuprofen moment. Sigh.)
What is it that you make? I'm intriqued.
ReplyDeleteIT'S VERY WINDY HERE!
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WINDY!
[WHERE?]
HERE!
[WHEN!]
NOW!
FOR THE LAST FIVE DAYS...
MORE TO COME TONIGHT AND I AM OFF TO INISHBOFIN ON SATURDAY TO READ POETRY
Hazel, I'll post some photos later; in the meantime, check out the sidebar photo's on my employer's blog:
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Sean, just this morning, walking in a cold wind, Paul pointed out that if we were in Ireland, we wouldn't mind so much! (Alas, the grass is always greener....)
Nice description, T. Yep. That's exactly how it is for me as well.
ReplyDeleteI might just manage an hour's fishing this evening, wind easing. Last night's STORM has burned the new growth on the hawthorns.
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