A picture isn’t worth a thousand words, when what you want is words. All words.
Like most mornings I wake up alone. Sometimes it bothers me. Other times not. It’s worse when it’s gloomy out. Other times it’s worse when it’s sunny, so who knows. Then there’s this need in me to be alone, to work, to create.
Words are on my mind. The poetry that’s so deep in my roots.
Like most mornings, the first place I go is to the (tiny) studio. Today a bit of color testing with pastels, trying out adding water to them for a watercolor style effect. I like it but it does eat up the pastels too quickly.
Apply another layer of varnish on my accordion collage, after the details and touchups I’ve been adding over the past couple of days. It’s looking good. Beautiful, finally… Beautiful, it takes me somewhere else.
Roads, forest, ocean, fields and lakes, setting up tents anywhere, anywhere. Nowhere to be later. Nobody expecting me, us. Another lifetime.
On my way out I take a flat blue oval into my hand to bring along: lapis lazuli, a stone of vision. One of six or seven stones I keep on my writing desk. Rubbing it in my palm as I cross the kitchen to my room.
The words come to me as I scan the room for a couple of books. A haiku, I wasn’t even trying to write but there the words are. I’d been wondering if I might be up for some poetry. This is all that really needs to be said right now. It’s the feeling that matters, the feeling in the moment.
Mountains. Rivers. Trees. I need to get out now. I pick up two of my favorite books to bring out with me today. Animal Inside by László Krasznahorkai. Dictée by Theresa Hak Kyung Cha. Both are illustrated, but today I only need their words.
Which is better? I like them both. Three nouns and no action, but images. Images with inherent movement. I leave. I forget my sketchbook, still damp with the morning landscape.
If I need the beauty of words, then surely there are others out there who do too. It often doesn’t seem like it, in this part of the world. Even if we never meet, never speak that’s why I’m here, online. Somebody out there who cares about words, they will find these ones.