Just Passing Through

Daily Scrap

Snow fall at night.

It's just passing through.

Some of it might stay for 

an extended visit. 

I don't mind. 

I love snow.

I love the chilly, frosty air.

Fresh, bold, gripping.  

I love long winter nights

spent down in my 

cozy art studio

while the rest of 

the world sleeps.

I'll treasure this time,

for winter is 

just passing through.

I've been spending my time working in my visual journal,

making fragment collages, making a mess with spray inks and diving into deep, pools of color that make me so happy. I've fallen hard in love with Dylusions spray inks. The colors are so rich, bright and intense.

LOVE 'EM A LOT! 

After all it is February, what better month to fall in love I ask you?

COLOR! YES. MORE PLEASE!

I started out with 4 bottles. Now I've got 10. 

Just

at play.

But tomorrow, dawn will come 

the way I picture her,

barefoot and disheveled, 

standing outside my window

in one of her fragile 

cotton dresses of the poor. 

She will look in at me

with her thin arms extended,

offering a handful of birdsong

and a small cup of light.

Billy Collins

None of these pages are complete.

I will go back add more bits of whatever happens to cross my path at the time. My goal right now is to at least have something on each of the 180 pages of this journal, images that I can use as a jumping off point, a place for my thoughts to fall, 

a soft spot for my dreams to rest upon, a place to capture my whispers, yells, or screams of delight; sometimes fury

these pages of fragments are like sign posts

guiding my footing, beginnings; 

the endings have not been written yet.