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conked out. [two artists tuesday]

dogga babycat end of day

conked out.  it’s the end of the workday, the end of playtime, the end of the evening, the end of the month, the end of the year and they are conked out.  so are we.  with toys strewn about, they collapse on the floor, a wary eye on each other every so often, just making sure. but mostly, sleepy, eyes closed, soft sighs.

we feel the same way.  conked out.  it has been a year.  tomorrow we’ll search for some sage to burn on the first day of the new year, smudging room by room, letting the snuffed flame’s gentle smoke chase out the negative and allow new light in.

conked out.  it feels like a repeating theme…a basso ostinato…a foundation upon which we are all arriving at this last-day-of-the-year station.  exhaustion seems to be the grounding venn diagram of all those we have spoken with.  like lines of the composer john cage:  dissonant polyphony, indeterminate chance-filled melodies, questioning, shapeless and yet heading in some vexing conclusive direction.  2019.  confusing and atonal with a lack of rests, avant-garde, but in all the wrong ways.

as we approach the last minute of the last day of this year, we sneak a peek at the new year.  new beginnings.  we sigh. deeply.  looking ahead.

i glance at a small sign i have on the wall.  it is not without noticing the irony i read a quote from john cage, “begin anywhere.”  a good place to go from conked out.

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blowing wishes. [d.r. thursday]

BlowingWishes Morsel copy

i was drawn to them in the charming boutique in ridgway, colorado.  flying wish papers were intriguing and whimsical. “write it. light it. watch it fly.” it touted on the cover of the pack of wish papers.  captivating.  i thought of how many times i have blown kisses or wishes to someone.  this was a vessel for me to do the same in a magical moment or two.   they were a little pricey, but what price do you put on wishes and hopes….or on the experience of sharing those with others?

we flying-wish-papered with My Girl, each of us dedicating kitchen-table-together-time to writing our wish or wishes on the magical tissue, then wrinkling it into a ball and rolling it into a tube.  we placed it on the wish platform and lit it.  it was true glee to watch it burn, lift off the platform and fly, bringing our wishes and hopes into the universe.  sweet.   we’ve since flying-wish-papered with wendy aka ben aka saul and also jen and brad.  each time it’s a gesture i won’t forget.  simple and yet powerful.

this painting morsel – BLOWING WISHES – reminds me of those flying-wish-paper times, reminds me of all the times i have blown wishes across my hand.  a beautiful morsel from the full YOGA SERIES painting GREET THE DAY, it offers a post-holiday-end-of-the-year breath…to stop, greet the new day, the new year with hopes and dreams and flying wishes.

 

 

 

for more about the painting GREET THE NEW DAY visit david’s online gallery by clicking on the painting above or by clicking here

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GREET THE NEW DAY/BLOWING WISHES ©️ 2011 david robinson & kerri sherwood