Contrary to what Alec believes,
I do not return to my inviting,
comfort clad bed after he
leaves for school.
On Mondays, I still go
to Rachel's art class,
continuing my process of
placing charcoal marks
upon a white, canvas
sheet.
Staring at the pure white blank canvas with
charcoal in hand can be
a wee bit intimidating.
Where should I place my first mark?
To dig myself out of my obsessive analyzing of my beginning mark,
I place the charcoal in my non-dominant left
hand, close my eyes and make a mark....
and another mark, and another, hoping that
eventually an image will emerge.
Often, several women in the class will stroll by,
wondering what I "see." I simply hope the canvas
speaks to me so that I may follow the image.
The canvas never fails to speak; the question is,
am I listening?
I do not return to my inviting,
comfort clad bed after he
leaves for school.
On Mondays, I still go
to Rachel's art class,
continuing my process of
placing charcoal marks
upon a white, canvas
sheet.
Staring at the pure white blank canvas with
charcoal in hand can be
a wee bit intimidating.
Where should I place my first mark?
To dig myself out of my obsessive analyzing of my beginning mark,
I place the charcoal in my non-dominant left
hand, close my eyes and make a mark....
and another mark, and another, hoping that
eventually an image will emerge.
Often, several women in the class will stroll by,
wondering what I "see." I simply hope the canvas
speaks to me so that I may follow the image.
The canvas never fails to speak; the question is,
am I listening?
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| Are You Listening? |
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| Are You Listening closeup |
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| Voices In My Head |
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| Voice 1 closeup |
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| Voice 2 closeup |
Voice 2 seems to be a lot louder than
Voice 1 these days!
What voices do you listen to?
What voices do you listen to?
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