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

Color Studies

acrylic painting

I started working with watercolor studies about a month ago.  It’s a pretty simple concept of letting watercolors mix and using washes as well as concentrated blobs of color.  The challenge has been to take these studies and blow them up into acrylic paintings.  In some cases I got the flow of imagery and in others I didn’t.  Part of the fun is the transformation that switching mediums has on a concept though.  In any case, I hope to find a place to display the work and in the meantime am happy to share the work here online.

 

Explorations in Watercolor and Acrylic

acrylic painting, watercolor

Since abrupt flowers I’ve been working on exploring more about what acrylic can do.  I’m mostly interested in layering colors and blending them.  The painting with the flowers below was started the same week as the last post and helped me to get out some extra energy while exploring those ideas.  If I’m able to have a show I’ll explore it more with the studies I started in watercolor…or maybe I’ll go ahead and do a series without a show.  In any case I’m having fun working with bright colors and learning new techniques.

Twist in Progress

acrylic painting, yoga

Here are images from the first stages of a painting I am working on.  It’s someone doing a twist in yoga.  But I’m turning it into another yoga pose in my series so it’s becoming a little surreal.  The dimensions are 3x4feet.  I have no clue where I’m going to hang it yet…it might be part of an art installation though so that would be pretty cool.

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I am a constellation

Meredith's poetry, sketch book

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I am a constellation of dancing shapes and parts

My mind lingers

On their wondrous forms

this face, these toes, these fingers

Singing together

To make a concert of sorts

I am a constellation of dancing shapes and parts

I have some very fine organs

What I like most is my heart

I feel it pumping and squeezing

As my arms and legs do move

With the rise and fall of my emotions

Fast fast, slow it goes with my mood

If all else does not make sense

The world far to big

I will return to my body

And ponder the world within

The things in constant motion

That spin on their own

And do not worry about how or why

Things go as they go

If you got this far, thank you for reading.  I’ve been writing these poems and wanting to share them.  So more are coming and I hope you will enjoy reading.

Surreal

sketch book

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Lately I’ve been working a lot of Custard for my niece.  So I thought I would give it a break by putting up some older work.  These pen and inks are from when I was playing with concentrated watercolor.  I was using Higgins b/c you can use their eyedroppers to squeeze the paint on the page and then work from there.  It gives you a fun uncontrolled factor.  The only problem is that they are not really lightfast, or so I’ve been told.  Anyway these paintings are really just a chance to let my mind play and be a little different.

Cheers!