Series
I woke this morning to a symphony of rain.
It was clattering down, vivace
with the resounding clack of snare drums.
Then it trailed away, pianissimo.
Right now, I think we're entre-act.
But the rain has formed
diamond drops at the points of the vine maple
outside my window
and washed away all the words
that I had saved to accompany my paintings.
So -- without excess words --
here are the paintings
in the order that they are meant to be hung
(left to right) in a show.
As I said yesterday,
I think the name of the series is "Personal Truths."
Well, actually, I said personal truth yesterday,
but today I'm adding an "s" to truth.
Because we all have more than one thing
that we know in our gut to be true.
Any suggestions for individual titles?
I'm lusting for titles
as rich and interesting as Mary Jane Rivers' series
that she called "The Elephant in the Room."
in the order that they are meant to be hung
(left to right) in a show.
As I said yesterday,
I think the name of the series is "Personal Truths."
Well, actually, I said personal truth yesterday,
but today I'm adding an "s" to truth.
Because we all have more than one thing
that we know in our gut to be true.
Any suggestions for individual titles?
I'm lusting for titles
as rich and interesting as Mary Jane Rivers' series
that she called "The Elephant in the Room."
Comments
as i fly out into the bright bold day....
letting you know i am home from art unraveled and have missed you dearly.
xoxoxox,
r
The little lines remind me of tire treads ...
It could be either. Thanks for commenting.
Rebecca:
You can see what I was doing while you were at Art Unraveled. I would have loved to play with you!