Monday, January 4, 2010

January 4, 2010

watercolor, three vintage bitters bottles

It's cold and gray outside, and last night I was inspired to paint a few of the little bitters bottles I put on my bedroom windowsill for a touch of color. I'd like to know more about them. They have great names like ruby ball and claw, cobalt waterman, green mini corncob. I wanted to get going, start painting, after a few weeks of sloth. The transparent glass was a challenge, but fun to try. I especially liked the way the colors bled into the shadows beneath the bottles.

Here's a poem by Wendell Berry, a writer I have begun to read in the past year. He talks about writing poetry, but the ideas could be applied to painting as well.

How To Be a Poet
Wendell Berry
(to remind myself)

Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity. Any readers
who like your poems,
doubt their judgment.


Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places.


Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came.


Teri C said...

Fantastic painting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bonnielynn said...

Love the bottles painting. Great !!!
Thank you for the kind words you said on my blog about holidays, and family loss. Because dad died 3 days after Christmas, it will always be a bittersweet time for our family.

Anonymous said...

Ooooh. This is so pretty. I love painting glass myself and you have done a great job capturing it in glowing watercolor!

Sharon said...

Wonderful poem and a beautiful painting, too!

Carol said...

The painting just breathes the silence of the poem you chose (a favorite of mine as well)...