The dollhouse is done and so I macrame, on to the next unfinished project, so many things left undone.
I am busying myself to ward off depression during the cold season, this seemingly endless winter that has settled into the bones of northeast Ohio. That groundhog lied when she predicted an early Spring. Even the calendar jests with the passing of the date. The sun shines on snow dusted lawns and I catch my frozen breath, the frosted smoke of hope waiting yet resting in the seeds planted indoors.
Surely the robins will come, how I long for their strut and the true sign of warmth return whence once again, my eyes spot a glimpse of a red winged blackbird. Butterflies, where are you my flightly friends? Alone in a gray town, endlessly awaiting your return.
Paper waits, already cut to frame size. When the warm breezes chases the endless chill away, I can take my paints and pencils back outside and make art on the porch again. When I feel warm and alive again, that is when I will make the art for the dollhouse.
Journey, the round painting that hangs on my wall, reminds me to stay the course, to continue living a creative life. It is not the best painting, but it is mine. It is a colorful, roughly textured ship’s wake on the darkest night, with a paint brush as an illusionary distant shore. Suppose not everyone gets it as the only time it was ever shown, they hung it wrong with the paint brush vertical instead of horizonal so I had to wiggle my way through the crowds and rotate it at the opening. More amusing than irritating as it made me smile.
This long winter is a journey and I must have faith in the journey’s end. Hope is a journey on an endless sea.
4 thoughts on “Journey”
The dollhouse is really, really neat! Doing the artwork for it should be a real kick, huh?
We had a couple of teaser days of sunny-happy and almost 70 then *bam* have a slam of cold and ferocious winds…sucked my spring right back away from me and I want to cry. A lone little Robin landed on my fence and said a quick hello when I had the chicks outside…there IS hope that spring is lurking somewhere nearby!
Doing the artwork will be fun. The challenge will be staying in my own style as I have a tendency to paint ho-hum realistic landscapes when I go small enough to photograph with a penny.
I imagined that it was already blooming with flowers in the warmth of your region. How I long for those 70 days! May Spring come soon for both of us.
Am feeling the same way about the spring that forgot to show…so tired of being cold. Luckily there are dollhouses and other projects to help us through…
Maybe it will be one of those years when it skips on by and dances right into summer. Yes, thank goodness for projects!