a little advice some friends and family have given me today, always nice to know 😏
An Etching —
it’s a softened slope
a warm canvas waiting for my paintbrush to fill it with movement, feeling and completion.
it has a mind of its own
a rhythm, a cadence, a time signature that is hard to understand
but as my study delves into its intricate layers, i find the the familiar
a gripping pulse that leads me to use my hands
giving my finger pads permission to explore on my terms
for its benefit.
a living, breathing form takes shape
the beat that lives within it begins to capture my heart
including me in its breath
“breath” being the only word i can think to describe it
because once it has taken hold i barely give it a second thought
i have already acknowledged it has burrowed into my skin
preparing its new home for your paintbrush, your vision, your melody
the painting you choose to etch into my body, my heart, my soul
Where on earth have I been? Taking a mini-break from the blog that’s where! I admit I fell off the blog-o-sphere for two weeks there, but with good reason. Sometimes I just need to stop recording everything that’s happening to me and instead fully experience what’s happening to me. This has been a spectacularly busy month for me, and there are still two days to go! This week’s Wandering Wednesday features pictures from my walk up 6th Avenue from Herald Square to Bryant Park, photos taken in the Financial District, and a few shots from my trip to Philadelphia. Hope you enjoy!