Bits & Pieces II

There are times when

You go with the flow,

No matter if the current is wild

The river is full of thorny logs

You go with the flow

There are times

When the river enters you

It is not you and the river

It is some mix

Of mud and flesh and heart

Rushing madly along,

There is an ocean somewhere, a place of rest

But not now

Now is the time to be pierced and buffeted

Hurried along without knowing,

Without question

There will be time enough for dreaming

But not now, now

You go with the flow

Strange times we live in – it feels like we are running madly and yet we are congealed, suspended in animation. I’ve always wanted to be a painter, to feel the thick wet paint glide and mix, to tell stories. After many years, I pulled out this old canvas sketchbook and tried my hand. Most of the tubes of paint were congealed too, like me, but some reluctantly oozed and I painted this one from drawings I had made in a new sketchbook, a gift from a friend.

It is difficult to paint, to max the thick viscous paint, to gain a measure of control over it. It’s harder than water-colours or brush and ink. The outcome however seems more serious somehow, more permanent.

Image Acrylic on canvas 16″ x 20″