harbinger of winter he holds
tight the branch of a living
thing now leafless but sap running
there won’t be a spring for a while
even longer for a summer
yet i will not ponder
blankets of frost
not while the patterns of our world
swirl in multitudinous colors,
leave me awestruck and reaping
the art of it
The election today, I know, and I have my hopes and prayers. And the sap will keep running and the storms will keep coming, regardless of the results of this election. And the art will keep speaking of all the undercurrents, the whispers on the wind.
The Monday Muse Group played with acrylic skins yesterday, pouring acrylics onto plastic sheets, flattening the paint by running a roller through it, then taking the paint covered roller and rolling the paint onto damp watercolor paper for a lovely underpainting. It takes a day or two for the acrylic skins to dry so they can be peeled up and used for collaging, anything from tree bark to feathers to flower petals to flowing water!