Sunday, November 2, 2014

Busy Hands Are Happy Hands

Seems like if I go too long not making something, 
I feel a little sick inside.  

Unsettled, ill at ease, restless, 
irritated, uncomfortable, 
you get my drift?

Once I start 
drawing or painting, 
I calm down, 
breath slows,
heart in rhythm, 
mind gets lost.  
I am lost...
in color and paint and line.

Something always turns into 
something else.
Plans go awry,
mind gets tongue-tied.
Almost always,
stare back at me
I never intended to invite.

I like these party crashers.
Bold, ugly, pretty, dark, mysterious, 
kaleidoscopic in color or grey with black.
I feel better after their arrival--
success after set-back.

All I really know is 
busy hands are happy hands.

1 comment:

  1. I've been enjoying scrolling though your bog - both writing and pictures are wonderful!! Such an imagination! :-D. I wanted to tell you that this one especially speaks to me. Love it!!