Below is a poem that captures an early morning after Rob died. I wrote it and paired it with two pages from my art journal. It has been a long time since I actually wrote poetry and it was a bit scary to face the page. A special thanks to Carol Varsalona for the occasion to write poetry and the encouragement to do so.
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| from my art journal, 6.8.16 (acrylic paint, ink, gesso) |
Truly beautiful, Mary Ann. Both your words and art speak of a new peace.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer. Making my way a moment at a time. Appreciate your words.
DeleteI agree with Jennifer. Both words and pictures are beautiful! It sounds like you are coming to a new place. And I love your art journal. I would like a slice about that sometime-- it's something I would like to try and I don't have any idea where to start.
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot of information on the internet about art journaling. I'd recommend using youtube and entering "Art Journaling" into he search engine. i think you will like this link as it will take you to tons of videos. https://www.youtube.com/user/JournalArtista
DeleteI use an old atlas as one of my journals. I love the size of it and the print and maps.
Here's another link I have found helpful: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Po4N8bAefdo
Good luck and thanks for taking a look.
Just beautiful - that visual of the tree shaking loose is something I now connect with your journey, Mary Ann.
ReplyDeleteTree shaking loose sounds like something I want to remember. Thanks Tara:)
DeleteThis is breathtaking. I love your line about the wind loosening everything from the leaves to the tight fist of grief in your heart. Your words are powerful and precise.
ReplyDeleteThank you Lisa. Felt good to write the poem.
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