February 11, 2017
Primroses are making a late-winter appearance in grocery stores around here. They are a welcome splash of saturated color and hold the promise of Spring and gardening.
February 9, 2017
“Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air —
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A Shrill dark music — like the rain pelting the trees — like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds —
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, I your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed you life?”
— Mary Oliver, Swan: Poems and Prose Poems
I went to the Skagit Valley to see snow geese, but they were not in their usual places. Instead, I saw swans — trumpeter swans, I think, although both trumpeters and tundra swans overwinter here. Mary Oliver’s images — white crosses in the sky, black feet like dark leaves — capture the swans’ presence so perfectly.
November 21, 2016
October 31, 2016
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
Are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
October 30, 2016
October 29, 2016
I’ve decided that if I am going to commit to becoming an artist, I need to give even a little time each day to making drawings or paintings. So I will start by using a paperback book as a sketchbook, something so portable that I can have it with me and available to pull out and make a quick sketch in odd moments. To keep it even more simple, I will just use a black ink pen for my drawings — no color or pigments.
Small ambitions are about all I can commit to right now. I will keep this project light-hearted, more in the nature of doodling away in idleness than anything more serious. The book has 168 pages, and I plan on drawing on the right-hand pages only. My hope is to have filled the book by the end of the year. And to have cultivated the good habit of taking time each day to spend on something important to me.
I like the theme of the book I have chosen, In Praise of Idleness by Bertrand Russell. I will inevitably read a couple of pages each day as I add my drawings, and perhaps this exercise will give me something to think about as I work.
I expect the book to become well worn as I handle it in the coming days. It already has a coffee stain on the edge.
October 18, 2015
“Do not try to do extraordinary things but do ordinary things with intensity.”
— Emily Carr, from Hundreds and Thousands:The Journals of an Artist