Saturday, April 10, 2010

One Sweet Day at a Time

One thing I know about life is it’s just one day at a time. Sometimes just a moment at a time.
It came to pass, it didn’t come to stay.

I used to be paid good money to think original philosophical thoughts. But then I went through the school of hard knocks, and I washed my brain one lousy thought at a time.
Life is a whole lot better now.

Yesterday had a few problems in it. I’ve learned how to live with problems: If you can’t change them, then find something else interesting to do.

In our town, a wonder art studio opened across from the downtown park. I went in there and met a nice lady named Nancy Becker, who just finished a work she was proud of. Here are a few shots of her painting and a poem I wrote about her work.

The Woman Who Painted Light

She stood with her knife and her palette
in the spotlight of the darkened gallery
mostly in shadow next to the spotlight
where her painting was clipped to the tall
wooden easel. In the spotlight the painting
glowed but she said come see it tomorrow
in the natural light of the sun. She said
she used nearly a full tube of white
and you would see such inner light
within the thick layers of paint
representing light on water, and her smile
was incandescent. This impression of reed
in river was a new style for her and it
pleased her; you could see the sparks
of pleasure in her eyes. In the two hours
it took to paint it, she reached a zenith
as an artist, and she knew it.


Brian Miller said...

very nice. artist wow me...watched one that had worked for the THomas Kinkade galleries working on his layering once...fascinating really. hope you have a wonderful weekend chris.

Anonymous said...

Is is lovely indeed, but no lovelier tham your poetry!


Just Be Real/God Whispers In The Wind said...

Paintings are wonderful along with the words. Thanks EO. Blessings.

Mrsupole said...

I wish I could paint, but alas could not. It is okay, one cannot do everything or even sometimes most things. We do what we can and can always try to do more as we go along. Someday I will learn to paint and I am happy with that thought. Yes, my dreams of someday keep me happy in that I at least know that I have a chance for them to someday happen. I guess this is confusing but oh well someday I will get it all straight. Yeah, someday.

Which makes me think of the sadness that happens for those who do not have a chance at someday. Yes, you can sometimes see it in the pictures and that is sad.

God bless.

Scott said...


TechnoBabe said...

How nice to write a poem about someone you met and uses her talent in a way you admire. The painting is wonderful and yes, her smile lights up the room. Oh, to be fortunate to be so happy doing something she enjoys.

Prayer Girl said...

I love the light in this painting. That is one of the reasons I love Thomas Kinkade paintings so much.

Loved your poem too.


Dianne said...

Art is a great connection to the soul and healing. Your garden is a palette of artwork.
And you captured this artist's process in prose

Marla said...

Lovely ...... both of you are inspirational women.

Collette said...

The way you describe the artist & painting are just as beautiful as the painting itself! (((HUGS)))

Anonymous said...

The title was amazing alone...She may be the Woman Who Paints Light, but you are the One Who Speaks Beauty. Totally wrapped in light and beauty after reading that post.

Shadow said...

'it didn't come to stay' magical words thoses!

lakeviewer said...

Wonderful paintings to go with your stunning words. Wow!

Matty said...

She looks so proud too. What a talent she has. And you sure are learning some life lessons. I hope you are doing well.

Magpie said...

What a lovely painting done by a lovely artist and what a lovely poet...glad the two of you met.

Syd said...

Very nice work. Thanks so much for the great poem too. Hope that you are doing well.

Judy Sheldon-Walker said...

I used to paint, it is much like writing - a picture is worth a thousand words...

Loved your poetry and the paintings.

Lorenzo — Alchemist's Pillow said...

What a beautiful painting. I can see how it would inspire a lovely and loving poem from you.