Eugene the Elephant

print

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Eugene is my elephant.  He has been with me since before college which says a lot because college was 12 years ago.  It’s possible that he came in a happy meal.  The print above was his first appearance in my work.  It was an assignment for my printmaking class at Drew and I think I was having a very hard time deciding what to make images of in that class.  That is the foundation of my relationship with this stuffed elephant.  I draw him when I have no idea about what to draw…and squares sometimes.

Now Eugene has his own shelf in my studio.  He sits right behind where I paint my pictures, quietly.  He makes appearances on my instagram account on occasion too.

 

Snakes

acrylic painting

I recently was inspired by my continuing education in Biodynamic Craniosacral Therapy (BCST) to paint snakes.  I know that probably sounds like a big jump in topics.  However, some of my classmates said that’s what they were seeing when they were receiving or giving BCST sessions.

The snakes below are Brazilian rainbow boas.

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30×40 inches.  Acrylic on canvas.

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16×20 inches.  Acrylic on canvas.

 

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

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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