"but tomorrow, dawn will come the way i picture her, barefoot and
disheveled, standing outside my window in one of the fragile cotton
dresses of the poor. she will look in at me with her thin arms extended,
offering a handful of birdsong and a small cup of light.
-billy collins
“hello, sun in my face.
hello you who made the morning and spread it
over the fields...
watch, now, how i start the day in happiness, in
kindness.”
-mary oliver
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| sketch on my chalk board wall |
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| from memory. latest completed piece. |
just love those egg shells and your chalk board wall sketch.
ReplyDeletethank you, susan! i'm loving the egg shells right now, as tedious as they are to sort out.
DeleteHow nice it is to come here and see quotes by two of my favorite writers; in fact, I just put some Mary Oliver quotes in my latest post as well. I'm wondering if there are any eggs left at your local grocery, or if people look at you strangely when you come in to buy more! LOL What will you do with all the eggshells? I can't wait to see.
ReplyDeleteoh, yes, two of my favorites as well.
Deletei love how i'm the crazy egg lady in your story. it's not quite as amusing in real life, where i send desperate emails to all my friends asking them to save their egg shells when making omelet.
Oh the egg shell peel. I know it well! Looks like a good days work.
ReplyDeleteFrom Memory is enticing.
leslie, do you peel the delicate skin off too?
Deleteenticing is good. :)
I agree with Lesley, the work looks very intriguing. I love the black drips running upwards at the bottom.
ReplyDeleteIt would seem there's a lot of egg shell love around these days…it's interesting how yours are all white and I have brown speckled ones - don't you hate washing them?
some are actually brown on the outside, but you can't see it in the photo. i have a bit of a love-hate relationship with washing them. so tedious, but a delicate tactile process that i can now do by feel, without even looking.
Deletemary oliver was my first true poetry love.
ReplyDeletenow i believe that everyone is a poet. we simply have varying methods of expression.
and your work, as always, is beautiful, mysterious and wise.
yes. various methods of expression. still, we love some more than others. :)
Deletethank you!
I always love seeing what you're up to in the studio and reading the poetry you include. While I've never considered myself a fan of poetry, I think a book of Mary Oliver's wonderful words is required.
ReplyDeleteFrom Memory is splendid...mysterious, yet familiar. And the eggshells! While they must be a pain to work with, the texture is enticing.
she is impossible not to love.
Deletei like your take on the piece.
it's a growing pain.
I have collections
ReplyDeleteof both Mary Oliver and Billy Collins
do you know:
Taking Off Emily Dickinson's Clothes
from
Sailing Around the Room Alone?
why I thought of this I do not know
your work is lovely - as always
is one of the egg shells
cupping a pearl?...
xox - eb.
yes. such a breath of fresh air,
Deletethat poem. so naughty and clever and sweet.
no pearl here, but
i have always thought the shells beg
to be cupping pearls and
in this piece
they just might.
you saw the ghost
of what has not yet been born.
oh my! you have the paience of a saint preparing all those eggshells, my friend! i now see my beautiful anca paintings in a whole new light... they are imbued, not only with your gentle, poetic spirit, but also your deep well of patience... thank you for expanding my admiration :) x
ReplyDeletedearest claire, i am blushing.
Deletei suppose my patience has grown
while working with egg shells.
Oh I could just fall in love with that first image of the eggshells. Such fragile beauty...thank you
ReplyDeletesuch fragile beauty draws me to them.
Deletethank YOU! :)
You have the biggest bag of egg shells I've ever seen Anca! Lovely words, beautiful work.
ReplyDeletewhy, thank you! :)
Deletemy goodness, you have a LOT of egg shells..you must be creating some sort of egg shell piece on a large scale. I love your choice of poetry.. so light and spring like.
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