And here in the south, the sunlight becomes paler, the mornings lift the night-blanket later, and the swallows take their leave in twittering wheels of farewell, but the liquid amber trees are burning crimson with their gifts of fire hues for botanical printing!
I’m gathering the courage to start writing a new book - I wrote 30K a while back but it was off. So I went back to another book, to recalibrate and now I’m finished that one and must face my dark angel. The Bag Lady of Borrowed Luck. The trouble is, the books never turn out like I want them to - they’re people I’d probably pass on the street and not pay much mind to. I want this one to be... I don’t know... something I’d stop and look at and be so glad I wrote it.
I do however, feel extremely springlike and this week I kept forgetting my hat, and then I was cold.
Ps I do love your latest tests. They are like sculptures.
“I didn’t get quite the solitude I was craving but I did try not to solve anyone else’s problems” - is pure inspiration, but also:
A botanical lake pigment (is my kind of colour - almost somewhere wandering between indigo + woad perhaps...). Going to see your film on Sunday (I hope it’s raining). Thank you for it all.
And here in the south, the sunlight becomes paler, the mornings lift the night-blanket later, and the swallows take their leave in twittering wheels of farewell, but the liquid amber trees are burning crimson with their gifts of fire hues for botanical printing!
“I didn’t get quite the solitude I was craving but I did try not to solve anyone else’s problems” - I’m going to hang this on my wall.
I’m gathering the courage to start writing a new book - I wrote 30K a while back but it was off. So I went back to another book, to recalibrate and now I’m finished that one and must face my dark angel. The Bag Lady of Borrowed Luck. The trouble is, the books never turn out like I want them to - they’re people I’d probably pass on the street and not pay much mind to. I want this one to be... I don’t know... something I’d stop and look at and be so glad I wrote it.
I do however, feel extremely springlike and this week I kept forgetting my hat, and then I was cold.
Ps I do love your latest tests. They are like sculptures.
Typical wet coast rain and sublime greys yesterday. Today? Glorious sun, a chill in the air and daffodils like beacons.
This feels exactly like that turning feeling I was trying to say plus love a daffodil.
The morning bleeds in, wet.
Droplets hang half frozen
suspended in time
on the skin of trees.
(from Montreal, April 1st, do I live here now?)
Pleeeeeeease tell me more about the blue…
Plainsong 💙
“I didn’t get quite the solitude I was craving but I did try not to solve anyone else’s problems” - is pure inspiration, but also:
A botanical lake pigment (is my kind of colour - almost somewhere wandering between indigo + woad perhaps...). Going to see your film on Sunday (I hope it’s raining). Thank you for it all.
Love the Mary Oliver poem. It’s morning in india where I am and it’s the perfect start to the day.
The sun has been rising earlier and earlier the last few weeks so I’m feeling the spring.
Hope you get daffodils & spring crocuses around soon.