Monday, June 29, 2020
Owl / oil on black canvas / 5x5 unframed / $68 includes shipping
DURING THE GREAT CONFINEMENT
, as my brother calls it, I've learned I can live without some things that, in my pre-covid life, I was pretty sure I needed.
. There are some wonderful things about the art shows, some things that I miss terribly - the artist community, the delights of seeing artist and buyer friends, the excitement of showing my paintings to new viewers and old ones. But I do not miss the huge expenses, the giant outlays of energy, the exhausting days spent on 90-degree pavement or in brutally shadeless parks or parking lots.
. I enjoyed my lunches out with friends - but they broke up my painting days even more than I suspected they did. Having entire stretches of days to work is a blessing. My friends here are by and large retired, and tend not to remember that I'm still working. Still earning a living.
Going INTO WalMart
. I started using WalMart pickup long before the covid, but with two exceptions, that's the way I've shopped since March. It's great.
. Yup. The covid has helped me make peace with my gray/white/whatever hair.
. Or Dunkin' Donuts, or any takeout coffee. Who knew? Along those lines, turns out I can live easily and happily without half-and-half in my coffee. Back to black, as I drank it for the first 60 years of my life.
There is plenty that I miss these days, every day - but plenty that I'm not. And I am delighted to be living a simpler, easier life.
What have you found you can live just fine without?
The Owlets at Nightfall
The sun is sinking. Each minute the air darker. The night
thickens near the ground, pulls my body down to it. And if my body
is earth, then what? Then I am down here, thickening as night
There are earth things, earthly, joined, they are snuggled down
in one manger, one sweep of arms holds them, one clump of pine,
the owlets sit together in one hollow tree...
When night comes what has been sun in me all day will drop
underneath the earth, and travel sizzling along the underneath-
ocean-darkness path... There a hundred developed saints lie
stretched out, throwing bits of darkness onto the road.
At midnight what has been moon in me will also vanish. I will go
down toward utter darkness and find myself in the prison cell with
- Robert Bly
June 29, 2020
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