Painting Time

Like most artists, I wish I could spend all my time writing and making art.  Nonetheless I’m happy to have occasional time to do it at all.  Painting for me is frustrating, challenging, joyous, meditative, pure.  Angels wrestling in the dirt.  Madness.  Flying.  The incredible stillness of the self at its core.  A bell in the silence.  Painstaking, overwhelming, liberating.  A dark and bright bliss.  Living and alive.  The miracle of the moment.

AutumnBridge.Awadleigh.2014

Autumn Bridge, Acrylic on Wood, 4″ x 4″

 

 

Flora.AWadleigh.2014

Flora, Acrylic on Wood, 8″ x 8″

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January

Night Storm

bone dark                         dark lesson
vertical lesson                           tree psyche
iron anvil                                                     quilling ring
grey flock                    wet sodium
lattice ring                                    sleet flock
bee sleet                   bee sky
mattress sky                                   frozen nest
frozen dusk           spiral arcade
quilling nest                                                 bone snow
wet silhouette                   hatchet rain
stone psyche                              ice mattress
white festoon                                      vertical burial
rain tree                 anvil why
skeletal melt                               iron shadow
sodium shadow                                        grey lattice
ice hatchet                    dusk rapture
snow burial                              lamp festoon
lamp arcade              silhouette melt
spiral rapture                                         stone quiet
why quiet                         skeletal white

poem & photograph by Annie Seikonia, 2013