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I am working on this painting very slowly.  I took the photo I am working from when the massage school I work at was moving.  It’s of some of the skeletons that we use to teach students anatomy.  I saw these skulls in a box and I thought it was pretty dynamic.  Now that I’m painting them I think they are teaching me a lot about the color white.  I’m hoping to make more progress on this in the coming months and hopefully get back to working in my sketch book.

If anyone wants to know what is distracting me so much, check out my business blog.  I’m going to try and write two articles per month about massage.  So far I just have an article about how I got my business name but I’m posting something else by the end of this week.  Stay tuned!

Spring Takes Its Time

Meredith's poetry
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Crocuses outside my house.

Spring takes its time

It teases

Warm days appear in cold months

The light changes

The sun shines later in the day

In slow motion the earth thaws

Nature gets noisier

 

Spring takes its time

The first sounds seem so loud in the quiet

And then it’s here

And you’ll swear you didn’t see it coming

When did the flowers grow?

When did the frogs start chirping?

You never paid attention

Waking Dream

drawing, Meredith's poetry

In honor of Valentines Day I have written a love poem and drawn a picture to go with it.  I hope you enjoy it even if it’s not what you might think of.

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Waking Dreams

My waking dreams

the bridge between minds interpretation and reality

I saw you last night but you were not there

I kissed you so softly, like butterfly wings 

and then you dissolved into night

into eternity 

an endlessness of soft lips on mine turning into cool air

and then I woke

My memories play tricks on me

True memories and dream memories

They are confused

Were we in love?  The question lingers

that feeling so hard to pin down

I’d catch it in a net but no matter what I do the holes are too big

The webbing just moves through it like air

And you’re not real

You’re a dream that I saw 

Gossamer and dew drops have more substance than you

Rainbow Squares

doodle, ink, sketch book

In the past week or two I’ve been writing a lot.  It’s sort of funny since I’ve always thought of myself as more visual than verbal.  However, as a result of all the ideas coming out of my head I’ve needed to burn off some energy.  Exercise is good for this but also painting or drawing.  Since I’ve had no ideas for drawing recently I went to my fall back, drawing squares.  Below you will see the hundreds of squares that I drew and colored in.  If you like to look at pretty colors this should be right up your alley.

The Small Things and God

doodle, ink, Meredith's poetry, sketch book

It’s the Small Things That Matter

In the end, it’s the small things that matter

They accumulate like sand on a big beach

Each grain, seemingly inconsequential on its own

but so important for the shape of the full form

You could make a ripple in the ocean with a grain of sand

It’s just like you could change the course of your life with a thought

They both are unseen with the naked eye

But if trained, you can see how one small change can lead in a whole new direction

It’s the small things that matter

Because in the end without the small things there is nothing big to look forward to

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God

God is a foreign concept to me

Yet so close

I pray and I thank the concept

What is the concept?

What is God?

A man?  A benevolent force? A creature from the New Testament if you’re christian

Someone or something responsible for everything

So not truly benevolent unless you believe that everything bad is a force called Satan

I don’t know

God is a foreign concept to me

I have not seen or touched it

I have not heard or tasted it

All I have felt is hope in my heart and bones

So I pray

I pray to stoke the fires of my joy, my like force, my optimism

I pray to something I don’t understand

And I wonder if I need to

In the Winter

Meredith's poetry, watercolor

In the winter

It is quiet and cold outside

But in the winter

We burn fires and wear layers

We sing songs

And drink hot cider and wine

The winter is really the warmest time of the year

It is the time that we are all together

In the winter the trees look dead

But we have green holly and evergreens

We have bright red cardinals

In the winter the night comes early

But we stay up late and have grand dinners

or we snuggle under blankets and read books

In the winter our hearts are big

In the winter we watch our breath

In the winter we roar at the freezing cold

 

I hope you all like my original poem.  I just wanted to mention that the characters I used for my illustration were borrowed from the book The Selfish Giant.  Kudos to anyone who knows who Lisbeth Zwerger is.

Coffee

doodle, ink, Meredith's poetry, sketch book

I stare into my coffee in the morning

Black, then creamy brown

Milky, like a baby’s skin

And all I see is nothing

Not the day before me or the night behind me, but nothing

I sip and taste the slight bitterness and acidity

It heats my chest

It spreads

that warm nothing

A lazy morning feeling

languid and slow

I take a longer drink and then let the liquid settle

Enjoying the peace and quiet

A song comes on breaking the silence but not ending my quiet feeling

It makes me think of people I love and home

I feel safe

Another sip of coffee

My dog rubs against my leg

I thaw

I move

I wake up

I finish my coffee and start the day

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Permanent Record

sketch book

I started a new sketch book recently and decided that I needed to get back in the swing of drawing more often.  So I’ve been going places that I can sit and draw.  I started with one of my favorite coffee shops in Silver Spring, Zed’s Cafe.  However I felt a bit conspicuous since it’s a small place.  So I went to Union Station where there are more people and I could blend in more.

I did several sketches in Union Station and showed them to a friend of mine to see what she thought.  Her response was “Why are you doing it with pens?”. She thought it would be better to do it with pencil so I could erase.  Maybe I will use a more forgiving medium in the future but I like pen.  If I work in pen I have to get everything down fast and overlap things and there’s a record of all my marks.  I find that useful for generating confidence and having a good time with sketching.