An early Easter

The photograph of this painting really doesn't do it justice; the whites have a lot of lavender in them. Fortunately it's not finished yet; hopefully the next iteration will photograph more effectively.

But you can kind of see that I woke up in a better mood this morning. To be honest, it felt like Easter had arrived early this year.

Part of it was because I spent last evening looking at the work of other abstract artists on instagram; very inspiring!

But the clincher was this morning's poem from Hafiz:

A Crystal Rim

The

Earth

Lifts its glass to the sun

And light - light

Is poured.

A bird

Comes and sits on a crystal rim

And from my forest cave I

Hear singing.

So I run to the edge of existence

And join my soul in love.

I lift my heart to Beloved

And grace is poured.

An emerald bird rises from inside me

And now sits

Upon the Beloved's

Glass.

I have left that dark cave forever.

My body has blended with His.

I lay my wing

As a bridge to you

So that you can join us

Singing.

~ Hafiz

(Translated by Daniel Ladinsky)

Learnings: Poetry inspires me; copying does not.

                   I need to stop trying to be Madeline Denaro.

                   I am more of a whole canvas kind of person.