I don't know why, but somehow I got all hung up on painting birds.
I didn't plan on it, but time and time again I sat down to paint and each time a feathery little critter would wind up peering out at me.
So... instead of flowers or scenes or birds I'm trying to explore the concept of being connected.
(Long time readers will recognize this as the poem I wrote after the death of a friend in 2007.)
I fell asleep in the bath
and dreamt the whole world was an ocean
and everyone was connected
moving together in fluid motion.
Everyone who'd ever lived and everyone who
ever would mingled together unaware
that their past and future
were presently there.
Suddenly I found myself
tangled up in reef
and as I lost my last breath
friends waved goodbye with grief.
I closed my eyes as my heart stopped
then opened them to find
that I was quite healthy,
but completely blind
to everything that in my dream
I'd learned I could see;
Nothing but cold bath water as company.
So I observed my hands
my wrinkled fingers and toes/ and contemplated life and time
and how mysteriously she flows.