The Unseen and the Unheard
When craftsmen see
In the weft
and the weave
When the sculptor sees
In a block of stone
A hidden figure
Of flesh and bone
When a musician hears
That sound like music
Only to his ears
When an artist approaches
An empty page
And in it feels a
A bleak storm rage
When a poet
Goes behind her words
And grabs the feelings
That’s when we see
Humanity at its best
Seeking the unseen
Through their solitary quest… 🙏💕
#handandheart #quest #creativity #art
If it’s a celebration
Let the whole world
#languageofflowers #joy #fun #joyofcolour #joyofart #laburnum
#SimplePleasuresofLife #mom #nature
Sometimes I find, much to my surprise, that the world around me, moved on when I wasn’t looking.
I see new fruits on small plants, some unusual flower bloomed when my back was turned. The ferns went ecstatic with vigour one fine day and unfurled in unison, an umbrella of emerald green fronds.
How many things do I pay attention to, I wonder… The pace at which they move, threatens to leave me behind.
So I do now, what I always remember my mother doing… Touching her plants, moving the leaves about, checking darker depths for new and surprising treasures… Making herself intimately familiar with plant life that surrounds her, one hand encased with a sock for easy cleaning of her beloved leaves.
Everybody enjoys a gentle touch, a soft word, a pat on the top… She says.
On a recent visit I asked mom if she ever felt that a day had gone by and she hadn’t done enough… Did she ever feel guilty?
If I can walk in the morning, for my physical and spiritual health and if I can pay full attention to this small world I have created around me… Life is beautiful… And this is enough… 😊🌼
The Lotus Eater 😁
Rice paper, contrary to its name, is highly resilient with water and quite enjoys mixing watercolours on its surface… It’s certainly challenging, but I can already feel the potential it has.
Looking forward to making more refined artwork on this beautiful surface 😊
Woke up to clouds
Blurring a sizzling summer sun
Felt cool in my heart
Fresh in my soul
Left my walking shoes aside
Made tea instead
Needed to be savoured
One sip at a time… 😊☕
This was the date
I was waiting for
This was the time
I was waiting for
Just to be free… 💕
Bluebells by my Window
#nature #beauty #mixedmedia #colortherapy #creativity #textures #oilpastels #waterproofink #impressionism #impressionist
Remember Steve McCurry’s ‘Afghan Girl’, looking over her right shoulder, remember being mesmerized by her eyes? That expression? The juxtaposition of colours? Well, the cover of this book, ‘Girl with a Pearl Earring’ will do the same to you.
If you pick this book, you’ll find yourself turning back to have a look at the cover, mid-story, stare at mystique of her eyes, fathom her expression, read those lips… As the story progresses and more of her personality is revealed, one searches for the artists genius in her face.
Vermeer is an artist who’s work I have always admired. Reading a fictional story about his life, his family and his approach to art is beautiful.
The real hero of this story, however, is Griet, a sixteen year old who joins the Vermeer household as a maid.
We walk through the entire story holding onto her hand. Her insights and perceptions are sharp and quite often unbelievable in their maturity. She stands apart from the others, mature and independent, as others fumble around, her young life is put in disarray when the artist decides to paint her… How she copes with it and how her life pans out, is what you need to read the book for. It is sure to transport you to another era.
Tracy Chevalier is an author that I wish to read more. All her other books have made it to my ‘tbr’ list 😊