|swam through waves of grass to get to the house|
my neck, shoulders and back are aching,
fingernails are caked with wax
a burn on my middle right knuckle.
it's been mentally and physically rough.
encaustic art is a beast,
but i like to take a hold of that wild medium
my will ~ and its will, butting heads like bulls.
the deadline has arrived for submitting to my january show.
i had that mental conversation about 'why didn't i create some
large panels?' well, now is not the time to be my own enemy.
i've worked hard on my exhibit. i've worked hard this year.
i also work full-time and say yes to a lot of 'things.'
you know, how it goes.
|"Meditation" encaustic on panel|
so i flung the work apron aside and headed outdoors
into perfect weather ~ even sweating weather,,,
criss-crossed prairie hill
crunched through indian blanket seed heads
while grasshoppers crashed into my forehead.
a lone crow flew with the wind
lizards sunned themselves on the rocks
i watched my every next step, for,
you know, the R snake.
i was blessed by bright blue skies,,,
dirty blond grasses waved and rustled
and butterflies raced passed me.
in my medicine pouch i collected: ragweed, sage,
slender day flower, asters, and unknown grasses...
i sniffed their earthen scents.
i had to connect ~ with nature ~ with the cycle
with my land... i had to look up (and down).
but it felt good to walk with nature...
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