i am on that horrible cusp of knowing the time has come to make the hard decision, to choose need over desire. my eyes have landed on it and i know what the clock says and what the wind is trying to do and where the seeds will land if i do not intervene. one scared hand must be raised. one small fist must curl around one small falling ember. just one. just one.
and once it is seen, it must remain so. it must. or else. and so i go back to making signs for myself and leaving them were i have to look at them. nudge myself to stop being so afraid, to know the land i stand on and run through; its' scents and hints. the hard time is here. for as much as i want to hide under my quilt and drown out the sounds... i can't. i will put it on the fridge like an "A" on a test and encourage myself to do what is right and good and necessary.
"reminder"
15" x 11"
watercolor on paper
angela simione, 2009
4 comments:
Dear The Amazing Angela, if you weren't afraid, you wouldn't be a true artist.
love,
Rebecca
wv: Lingsber, a kind of smelly cheese or an obscure offshoot of the Dutch language.
thank you. :) i hope so.
I wish you could come over. We could have wine in the garden and talk about art and I would mother you and then you'd leave all disgusted.
hahahaha
xox
wv: racybra (the only kind I wear)
hahaha! (me too - racybra)
i would absolutely love that. i miss that stuff more than i can tell you and it makes me good and happy. :)
wv:hobound - out looking for hos.
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