Thursday, May 7, 2009

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.)

5 comments:

  1. What is it that you make? I'm intriqued.

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  2. IT'S VERY WINDY HERE!
    [WHAT?]
    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

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  3. Hazel, I'll post some photos later; in the meantime, check out the sidebar photo's on my employer's blog:

    http://marymelindasworld.blogspot.com/

    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....)

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  4. Nice description, T. Yep. That's exactly how it is for me as well.

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  5. I 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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