Again I have been neglecting my blog, yet so it goes. Can I blame this on the gray skies and lack of inspiration Seattle people? No, no excuses because we must have the strongest coffee in all 50 states. Could be the reason I have been having a very productive day today, and still going into the night. Things are humming, I am working on some new projects, ideas and also plans for this spring. In the midst of rummaging for something, I began browsing through my books. The poetry of John Keats caught my eye, as he was a favorite of mine during college.
This poem resonates because it speaks to my love of art.
Endymion: Book I
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
* (bower: a pleasant shady place under trees or climbing plants in a garden or wood.)
I like the reference to gloomy days, as it seems that there have been plenty of these: “minus sun + lighter shade of cloud afternoons.” When the brightest thing you can see is the computer screen, it is easy to sink into a funk. A little paint, music, and an array of art supplies spread about the room and suddenly the gloom just slips away a little.









