studio notes

Who knows why some images appeal
like these flowers
picked from the grass outside my Studio
sometime
long
last year ago
There is thick plastic resting on the window ledge
flakes of gesso and old paint, bits of plaster from the days
when I pressed flowers into clay and made prints.  It feels
like
another life.
There is something in this softness
something that I have taken into new work
Mixing a tiny amount of this light yellow into turquoise paint
creates a colour
that always feels like a deep breath
like a wide, quiet beach
and bare feet
like
falling back