I learned that you should feel when writing,
not like Lord Byron on a mountain top,
but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten
– happy, absorbed
and quietly putting one bead on after another.
Returning to the studio after a long absence,
I found all kinds of art in process.
Some of it was well under way and I really liked it.
Some, well not so much.
I also found I was a tad bored with black and white
and wanted to try something different.
Circling around reddish tones yet again, I began.
Colors, brush, water, paper.
Time to get in sync with my own weirdness.
Thoughts accompanied me.
So weird, I thought.
I’m so weird.
It was a happy weird.
I simply kept on with brush, water, color.
Stringing those happy beads.
In the end, Brenda said it so well.
The best of times in the studio are when
I am a happy weird kindergartner,
absorbed in stringing my beads
and letting it happen as it will.
What kind of beads are you stringing in your studio?