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

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

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.

Santa Fe all the Way

doodle, scrap book, sketch book, travel

Hey!  Just got back from a great trip to Santa Fe.  I saw the currents new media main exhibit, meow wolf, a band that I really like and was not expecting to see, and tried a number of coffee shops and bars with my friend Ben.  Santa Fe was definitely worth the trip.  I’ve only included a few images from my sketch book here, a photo of the concert my friend and I were at, and then some photos of installations from Meow Wolf. I’ve got to say that airports are great places to draw in.  Enjoy!

 

Tree

commissions, ink

So in the past year it has become apparent to me that depictions of the tree of life are very popular.  I see jewelry and t-shirts.  One of my friends is using it as a logo for her business.  And now, I’ve been commissioned to paint it for one of my students.  She’s allowing me to interpret it and do my own version while giving me one image as a guideline.  I’ve also done a couple practice sketches in my sketch book and on some scrap paper.  This has all lead to a 20″x 16″ work.

Below I have some practice works and the final.  I wanted to do something simple.  Sort of going back to when I was practicing sumi-e painting, being able to work with the beauty of the ink as it spread on the paper.

It’s another study of process I think.

 

 

 

 

Lugubrious

doodle, Meredith's poetry, sketch book

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Lugubrious

I have such heavy words

Weighing on my head

They lumber around

Going unsaid

I feel rather lead-footed

A bit down in the mouth

If only these heavy words had a way of coming out

Some people think me sober

Absorbed in something glum

If only there was something light

That I could ponder on

Maybe some people have effervescent thoughts

But I think for now the word I have is lugubrious 

On the Metro

sketch book

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My friend Jessica Farley wrote me this poem in response to one of the drawings above.  Hope you enjoy.

 

Riding trains

It’s the sea-like lurch,
buckling then release,
waves and songs we search
to find meaning in to be.
I hear the metal orca song
in the background as he listens
to lyrics stretched just right and wrong,
some kinda jazz — man on a mission.
His eyes pull and shrink with age
neatly carved glasses light his sight.
Concave, convex shape the sage
blessed to see and hear the night.
Before we go down underground
this simple man shines rays in halo
enamored over what I’ve found,
this everyday angel in the metro.
His light is plain like Sun,
it inspires me to breathe
deep like wild blue rivers run,
verse in Creation I believe.
We ride the lines, together trip
over red, green, silver, yellow
until he slips through the grip
of doors meeting Heavenly fellows.
Past the angel in new blue seats
a couple counts their dreams,
unaware – love indiscreet,
touch makes life like prisms gleam.
They love like galactic clusters
of gas, color, and fueled up fire,
like raw elements in their luster
drawn to union in Space’s gyre.
There’s hush amid wondrous strangers
I long to share every inch — my story —
Yearn to make friends within lacquered languor
That peels off mundane into glory.
Here on Earth and down in dirt
I ride and watch people as I listen
to the wild tales that give life worth
till the train to sky has risen.

Waiting in DC

sketch book

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I never got to finish this one of the bar because my friend showed up.  However it was filled with people and we were watching Germany vs the US for the world cup.  There was also a waitress working at the bar but I guess I was trying to get the setting before I got her.IMG_2382

This is in the morning.  I was near the Corcoran and had decided to get a coffee.  It came in a bowl instead of a cup but I was ok with that.  You need something a little different every once in awhile. 🙂

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