I don’t know if it is the same for anyone else, the more I read, the more I create art and see art, and think about art, something happens to the way I think and how I see things as I go about my day.
Today, as I was making homemade chicken soup for supper, I found myself turning it into a little poem and, although I don’t have a completed poem to show you, I am rather proud of the phrase, “whittling carrots into dinner” and I should look around for the proper piece of writing to include it in.
After everything was peeled and chopped and set on the stove to boil, I had some leftover parsley and dill and as I was looking at it, I had an idea. I got out my watercolors and painted a big patch of green and another patch of lighter green. Then I took another corner and painted it yellow and blended that up into a burnt umber color. The last part of the paper became carrot orange and that blended into the lighter green patch. Then I took my herbs and an onion cut in half and positioned them on the paper. I covered it and pressed it under weight and am now waiting to see what art my dinner will yield. Hopefully, I will have something fun and yummy to share in the next day or so.
I am like a little kid, impatient to open a present, but – even though I am completely experimenting and have no idea how my project will come out – I suspect that leaving it undisturbed for a time will yield better results than poking at it prematurely. And so to distract myself and keep me out of trouble, I came in my living room to write this post and to share today’s poem.
In keeping with the unintentional food theme, I chose Mark Strand’s Eating Poetry as today’s poem. You can here the poet reading his poem in this video.