progress as of May 11, 09
Inspiration comes in many ways.
As I do every morning, I have a prescribed routine I follow when I paint as I am sure most everyone does when they go to work or start their day. I make my coffee, get the newspaper, check my emails then I go down to the studio, where I put on some classical music, sit in my chair, drink my coffee, read my newspaper and wait for my “inspiration”. This morning I already had my inspiration. Before I entered my studio I was checking messages on facebook and I clicked on a message from a friend in Russia with a poem by one of the great Russian poets of the 20th century, Anna Ahmatova. It was a poem of Venice and the words spoke to me.
That poem guided me today.
Thank you Daria
Venice
A golden dovecote by the water,
Soft and stunning green;
A salty breeze obliterates
The gondolas’ thin wakes.
So many tender
foreign faces in the crowd,
Bright toys in every shop:
A lion with a book on an embroidered pillow,
A lion with a book atop a marble pillar.
As if on an old, faded canvas,
The sky cools, dull blue…
But in this crush one isn’t cramped,
Not stifled in the intense heat and the damp.
Anna Ahmatova, August 1912
detail showing the grey, green and turqoise I used today
