Spaces

The quiet shift between spaces

silence waiting like a dying bloom captured

pressed for saving then forgotten

till found in the days of tomorrow.

Turning one into another as chapters move

like ghosts from thoughts of another drifting through

the space of time and thought

caught up between the dark and light.

Eyes linger over the edges of letters

following like the train tracks into the horizon

knowing it leads to a destination unknown,

eagerly waiting to find the scenery

ever-changing as moments roll by.

There is always something hanging unseen

dancing between the faded parchment

dreams inspired in the empty air

as it is subtly moved with each flick of fingers,

solid held and energy felt

flowing through with the scent of history

embedded in the bridge and cover

a story of itself untold.

Unwound/unbound

Untethered we come undone

spiral strings of a thousand colored thoughts

passing into a beautiful  pile

something new created from a mind

unwound/unbound and set free.

An image drifts in

as if through the open window in a storm

blowing/bouncing about the walls

like tiny bubbles floating as I pluck each one out

the thin air allows it to hang

for just a moment

before it disappears.

I think of the scent of lemon zest

or perhaps orange and I feel the emotion

settle like dust to the floor,

where is it these random ideas form

as I follow the string from beginning to knot

I find myself transfixed on the shades and hues

of life seen through the eyes

of a mere girl left pondering

what was it that got away in the second that passed

and where is the meaning

in a wayward scent imagined.

How deep the mind can delve

when let loose to find its path

and the day still blossoming before me

I know the swings and shifts

as I tug gently on the string

will only lead me to the hanging end

where I can casually ball it back up,

tucking it away for a creative day

to throw it out there,

let it unfurl

and begin again.

Then and Now

I would personally love and be honored to give a shout-out to the woman who has taught me the world of beauty found in watercolors. I have so far to go but with such an amazing teacher, I know I shall soar. Please welcome a new face to the world of Word Press, a friend and woman who has my admiration and undying thanks for the gifts she’s bestowed upon my life in teaching me that creativity has so many outlets, to stretch my wings and dare to soar. Please stop in, say hi and give her a hearty WP welcome. I’m sure she will be posting much more in the future but Welcome to a new home Angie💕 Peace and dare to dream big, K ⭐️🌟💫

Angie Brown Art

The Cardinal and The Nokomis Sunset…

The Cardinal is a very early watercolor painting from many moons ago when I first started my watercolor journey.

The Nokomis Sunset is one of my most recently completed watercolors.

I entered my first juried art contest with this one, just a few weeks ago. I didn’t place in the top three, but I did learn a lot, and gained a bit more confidence in my ability as an artist. This piece did receive an honorable mention, and I was given a gift card for the local art store. Although I didn’t win 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place, I did place at 5th. And, I’m quite happy with that. The fact that I pushed myself out of my comfort zone, beyond my fear of not being good enough, and entered the contest at all, well, means that I won!

Fear is real, we all have it. But…

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