Each of my paintings is a time marked and stamped with a memory. There are so many canvases stacked in corners of my house and even the worst ones are difficult to part with. Throwing them away is like saying that moment didn’t count. But it did. The process filled me. Now, as I work on my manuscript, I visit them on occasion, blow a little dust off their corners.
Differing perspectives can make for plenty of challenges between people – but it’s what makes us unique.
I found this image in my old art portfolio book.
I didn’t really mean for the painting to come out so pristine-ish (note the perfectly rounded left tree). However, I’ve grown to love the fairytale quality – a place of perfection where nothing can go wrong.
We are never truly lonely when we love what’s in front of us.
(my Pinocchio paintings photoshopped on pixabay’s background photo)
Recognize the background photo?
Pastel on paper ©Carolyn Dennis-Willingham
Does everything change?
Love grows broader or thinner.
Hope blossoms or wains.
Despair peaks or evaporates.
Fear paralyzes or fades.
Does everything change?
No need to hurry.
Even change itself shifts its pace
But nuggets of moments tucked neatly,
a pocket filled of treasures preserved,
When I am with you
how fragile are the eggshells beneath my feet?
Will they break with the slightest touch?
A mere cast of any eye?
Should I walk with feet bare
or can my soul and thoughts be bared and shared
without fear of injury
or to me.
Mostly, to you. My back is strong.
Yet, I will not avoid the eggshells.
I will say they are as strong as Ostrich eggs
and stand on them without hesitation
without burden of breakage
with hearts in tact
communication an easy commute
I so miss my fireflies,
but these will do for now.
Special thanks to Linda G. Hill for posting the above photo at #1linerWeds.
(Top image is from my hand and mind)
The human course, it often baffles –
the politics, ego, discord –
who wants the giveaways of maniacs?
No, they can keep their judgement raffles.
But if something makes our bellies churn
the core, an apple rotten,
then curious it makes our eye
perhaps, it’s then, we learn.
painting by CD-W
“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”
― Mother Teresa
A collage of my some of my paintings made with photoshop.
and sorry my photo doesn’t give your work the justice it deserves.