The Poet's View

This is in Ireland when the bus broke down---our little class

had time to do some quick sketching and I added

color to mine back at the hotel. Probably the first scenic

I have ever done that I can recall..but those

patchwork fields demanded it of me and

the poem also begged me to write

it all down--what is happening each

day I am way over there in Ireland.

Before I return home I plan to show

you the poem which I can not think of nor read

without it getting to me...

and so I sat on the ancient stone bench

and started to feel the words..

"IRISH JUMPING HAIR'

LEFT CLICK TO READ BETTER

"Sitting Boat"

click on photo to see words better

this is the inside front cover of a new sketchbook

which will contain mostly Ireland memories of

a trip I took and now I am taking an Imaginary one in

an on-class with Laure Ferlita....

I am doing the work on watercolor paper

and gluing it into this blank journal

bought years ago..

this particular sketch was started with

watercolor pencils but completed with

my acrylics I am more comfortable

using..

It's funny what will stay in your

memory forever---but this old boat

suddenly there... close to the road instead of

being far away across the

sweeping field to my left in

the sea.....

well that was awesome to me, being

in Ireland at the time...