January's bouquet
black marker and coloured pencil on Moleskine paper
8 x 10 inches
Barbara Muir © 2017
We are not good at letting go, which is why I'm
glad that art can help me let go of fear.
I am not a newshound -- which I think is a saving grace.
In the morning I skim through the paper, and read
stories that intrigue me, or that I'm compelled to
understand. That's gentle news. At night before bed
I read The Guardian online, a good paper. Today I sat
under the TV in a waiting room, and could not help
hearing news of nearby tyrannical insanity that
horrified me.
The gorgeous tree, now outside unadorned
The beautiful Delft angel my friend
Miranda Brouwers
gave me at the Louvre in Paris
Thank goodness for art. Yesterday the Christmas
tree in my studio left to become a bird feeder for
a month or so in the backyard. And I cut the small,
sweet Poinsettia plants that were in silver pots
discarding the mostly dead leaves and putting the
remaining bits in water.
I decided to draw one small bouquet as a symbol
of the end of Christmas, the tree's departure, and
at the same time the dogged persistence of nature
to try and make us see. To teach us to be hopeful,
to be purposeful, and to keep going. I do love that.
Having a letting-go-and-following-your-passion day.
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