Can I attempt to entice you once again to come out for my Art Show this Saturday? From 4-6 pm at Southwinds Gallery here in Kernersville, you’ll see this painting and many more of my town. I’ll also be signing books, both Genevieve and the Kite and Letters to an Artist. I am walking around on a cloud these days feeling quite blessed by the goodness of it all.
The above drawing/painting is from our Ciener Botanical Gardens. There is a main area where I often sit and draw the various views, moving my chair around in that area. But just behind it, towards the “back” of the Gardens, is another area, a quieter less tended area. I like it for that reason. I often sit there drawing the flora and fauna with a view of Main Street Methodist Church in the distance. I absolutely LOVE it when the bells start ringing out a hymn tune! One couldn’t ask for a more perfect setting in which to draw!
And here’s one of the recent rhyming ditties I got down on paper–
This Strange
What be this strange which takes over my mind?
Words that tumble in rhythm and rhyme?
Is it a virus lasting only a time?
Or an inner well I had only to find?
Do the watery words stay calm in the well?
Unnoticed, unheeded, no fanfare, or bell…
‘Til such a season when the waters swell,
Bubbling up, spilling out of my pen pell-mell.
Whatever it be, this strange is a friend.
Who comes ‘round to greet me time and again.
At first I am shocked, a presence I cannot fend.
Just this one bucket– then it will end!
But no, this strange, it lingers a while.
As word after word, we mark out the miles.
One day I’ll cry “Uncle!” from under the pile.
But for now I pull buckets wearing a smile.
-jpe
11/16/2013
**I hope your creative well is brimming over for you this week! And I also hope to see you Saturday! Can’t wait to tell you all about it!
And I am smiling from ear to ear
As I to that well am drawn ever so near
Then..
Fall in, again and again
Seduced by your words and colorful pen
To leap from the world of a secure realist
Into the unknown arms of the creative abyss
What carefree art you create, both in pictures and words.
Delightful.
Love your poem and picture! Maybe the Gardens are inspiring you so much it spills over in rhyme!
Lovely illustration.