Yesterday I moved home and studio. Body and mind need R&R. What could be better than a cup of tea and some wry wise reminders from painterAgnes Martinabout what matters? I love what she shares about staying in bed until she knows exactly what she wants to paint. Ahhh.
Agnes Martin – Gratitude – 2011
I don’t have any ideas of my own
and I don’t believe anybody else’s,
so that leaves me a clear mind …
– Agnes Martin
Silk Habotai, card, textured wood panel, mosquito netting, woven metal fragment, acrylic paints, fiber-reactive dyes Painting on silk, assemblage 643 x 312
This piece illustrates a poem:
mountains of green
mountains of blue arise:
gratitude wells up
and fills my eyes
When I moved from Europe to tropical Queensland to care for my frail aged parents in their last chapter, I would sometimes take respite time at Ankida, a rainforest sanctuary in the Gold Coast hinterland. I felt like a Zen hermit tucked away in a grass hut amongst mountains that rolled westward for ever. It was a good place for poetic ramblings and painting; I felt blessed beyond words.
At 11.59pm local time (midnight!) the moon will be full for the second time in August. Which means … it’s aBLUE MOON, a phenomenon that happens only once in every 2.5 years. Celebrations are called for!
To honor the unlikely achievement of posting adaily detailwithout fail this month, I’m offering my thanks to the dear fellow-bloggers who have been kind enough to repeatedly and consistently leave *likes* or comments over the past 31 days.
I don’t “do” normal blog awards – much preferring likes and comments – but these bloggers are all nominated for my
F U L L M O O N F A V O R I T E S A W A R D
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