Windy Art

acrylic, ink, collage on w/c paper, 10 X 11″

there’s a crescendo building

notes blowing on the wind

hard to capture

but the fingers keep moving

to try and keep up

 

life is a play

where the judges 

stand in the sidelines

miss out on all the fun

they count and categorize

make rules and record 

success and failure

 

life is in the play

in the dancing notes 

and splattered paint

the failed tries

and the triumphant re-tries

Monday was a windy day, an almost howlingly windy day, blowing away any thought that tried to take root. In Monday Muse Group we all got to see what the wind blew in.  For me it was the keys on my piano which had been tuned in the morning and my wild yearnings set loose after a piano concert attended on Sunday.  Along with the blowing of blossoms and the large branch broken off from the redwood tree that came to rest on the apple tree right above the bird feeder. . .All this gets strung on the threads of an art piece.