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Autumn is here, and I love to paint these little crab apples. They grow along the path where I ride my bike. The path is a few miles long and I never remember exactly where they are, so I keep my eyes open for them. I am always excited when I spot them.
Also, I have been reading a book of poems by Mary Oliver, and I'd like to share one of them... how wonderful and beautiful our imaginations can be...and the last part of it made me think of artists, and how they might see the world.
How Would You Live Then?
What if a hundred rose-breasted grosbeaks
flew in circles around your head? What if
the mockingbird came into the house with you and
became your advisor? What if
the bees filled your walls with honey and all
you needed to do was ask them and they would fill
the bowl? What if the brook slid downhill just
past your bedroom window so you could listen
to its slow prayers as you fell asleep? What if
the stars began to shout their names, or to run
this way and that way above the clouds? what if
you painted a picture of a tree, and the leaves
began to rustle, and a bird cheerfully sang
from its painted branches? What if you suddenly saw
that the silver of water was brighter than the silver
of money? What if you finally saw
that the sunflowers, turning toward the sun all day
and everyday-- who knows how, but they do it-- were
more precious, more meaningful than gold?
-Mary Oliver
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