Mornings, so silent, waking up with the light. Noons listening how the ice starts to melt again for once again. Breaking under steps, melting away. Streams around pebbles. A squirrel waits next to a mailbox. It must be the time when they roll their soft tails around new baby squirrels. Nests in fir tree branches swinging in the drama of the spring. (A song about a squirrel, take 1 & 2.)
Afternoons listening to new languages through radios. Reading new finds from the library shelves. Holding that black teacup once again, not always sure which of the green teas would be perfect for this moment. Choosing one called Limão. Taste of a sunny place, where the sun turns skin warm and brown. There is a bit of sleepiness in the air, the lemon taste makes the day fresh again.
Packing orders and a commissioned private painting of two siblings to their mother. Thank you to everyone for being here with me!
Evening for a concert of a favorite trumpet player, a few friends, a nice meal. A good welcome for the weekend.
Warmest thoughts to your weekend, make it a calm one!
dear anna emilia, your paintings are so, so, so, so wonderful, heartwarming & lovely. i´m again and again and again, impressed & touched. lovely, lovely sunny greetings, lotte. :)ReplyDelete
there's so much love in this illustration. amazing ♥ReplyDelete
I so look forward to your lovely posts. Beautiful, beautiful paintings. Have a lovely weekend :)ReplyDelete
Such a beautiful painting, as always!ReplyDelete
I can feel the peace in here... Lovely lovely paintings! Have a wonderful weekend to you too:)ReplyDelete
You are so talented. This is beautiful.ReplyDelete
have a wonderful wk too!
So good to know you too visit library shelves.ReplyDelete
"..listening to new languages through radios..." this is also one of my secret loves. the sounds the voices make paint their own stories.ReplyDelete
a mid-march evening gift...
Poem (The spirit likes to dress up...)
by Mary Oliver
likes to dress up like this:
shoulders, and all the rest
in the black branches,
in the morning
in the blue branches
of the world.
It could float, of course,
but would rather
plumb rough matter.
Airy and shapeless thing,
the metaphor of the body,
lime and appetite,
the oceanic fluids;
it needs the body's world,
and the dark hug of time,
to be understood,
to be more than pure light
where no one is --
so it enters us --
in the morning
shines from brute comfort
like a stitch of lightning;
and at night
lights up the deep and wondrous
drownings of the body
like a star.
This is just too precious. Thanks for sharing Anna...ReplyDelete
Oh, such a beautiful and loving painting. I really like!ReplyDelete
very beautiful. listening to the snow melting. these illustration of swinging on a branch are gorgeous.ReplyDelete
have a beautiful day!
So beautiful :)ReplyDelete
So cute, LOVE IT!ReplyDelete
Love P ,-)
How adorable, it seems to suit the Spring :)ReplyDelete
these are adorable. and always so good to read how you weave words and phrases together. like wreaths or something lovely.ReplyDelete
Your paintings re amazing! Unique, calming, poetic.ReplyDelete
Oh, beautiful words...ReplyDelete
waking up with the light is magical!
And the illustration is wonderful, love it.
I really do just adore your work Anna :-)ReplyDelete