Memory's sadness lies unchanged

the whispered sound

of disarranged echoes

left in an empty room.

Almost forgotten, the moody

shadows shape ghostly suggestions

from the filtered light falling

through the tree,

groping through the window,

and spilling reluctantly on the floor.

I remember footsteps

tracing burbled laughter

in a breathing room.

Now there is no sound,

just the deafening press of dust

and perhaps the faint scratching

skitter of a mouse.

Creative choice

I am wrestling with creative choice today. The dilemma of knowing that every time you choose to spend time on one pursuit or direction, it is less time for the other. I've been exploring a more abstract direction for some of my work, because I've been feeling frustrated with my approach to landscapes, but I can't help wondering if its just a big waste of time. Creating an abstract feels slower, and less involved, because the approach is also more abstract, as opposed to analytical. If I paint a landscape, I concentrate on the forms of the trees, the light and shade, the resemblance to the forms that drew me to the scene in the first place, whereas abstracts, at least for me, are more of a guided randomness. Plus, I'm having to let each layer of colour dry, so it feels very disrupted instead of involved.

Day One

Is a blog worth it? So much effort, but maybe this is where to record all the things that surround my art?