To Sit and Stare

"To Sit and Stare", 24x18" oil on gallery wrap canvas, framed

      What is life if, full of care 

      We have no time to stand and stare? 

No time to stand beneath the boughs 
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

       — W. H Davies, Welsh poet and writer from his poem,"Leisure"

I love these lines. No matter if you stand and stare, or sit in a chair and stare, whatever your method, just take time to stare. After all, what is life if we miss the magic? 

I love to stare from my favorite blue chair in spring under pin oaks and crape myrtles on dappled carpet of cool Pthalo and slashes of brightest warm lime. Overhead in a gap of perched sky, edges tatted by lace of leaves, hangs a lingering ghost of moon waiting to be pealed away like a transparent sticker. 

Wren fledglings dart back an forth from low lying branches of budding gardenias, diving again and again, dipping fluttering wings into the shallow water bowl in utter delight. 

Bees sucking nectar, appear mystically suspended midair, as they joust from tips of spindly arms supporting the pink stars of delicate Guara, also known as Whirling Butterfly. 

And there's my dog, laying flat bellied on the warm cement in the largest mat of sunlight he can find. His paws outstretched like a yogi master, deep in meditation with eyes transfixed and half closed to reveal brilliant sparkles of purest glowing white. He knows how to stare. 

  

Today's painting is a larger piece 24x18" and is framed. It will be on exhibit and for sale in the CAL Gallery in Conroe, TX throughout June and July.

Thanks for stopping by for a visit today.

nancy 

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SOLD - Grass Is Always Greener

"Grass Is Always Greener" 8x10" oil on gessobord

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"The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious awesome, indescribably, magnificent world in itself." — Henry Miller

Doesn't simply looking at grass make you want to rejoice? Even our forefather, Thomas Jefferson admitted," There is not a sprig of grass that shoots uninteresting to me."

In this painting, an entire valley of bright lime summer grasses stretches far off into the distance, lining the path for groves of aspens standing guard at the perimeters. Here, millions and millions of tiny sharpened blades battle their way through the oppressive weight of loam, silt and rock. Paper-thin shards erupt like silent viridescent geysers to face the compelling force of sun. 

Saluting skyward into blinding light of day, they crush together into one verdant blanket that covers the earth in a lush roll of softened hues; fecund fields of endless feast entice the hungry eyes of deer, sheep, goat, moose, elk, or whoever else comes to dine in this garden of victory. 

My eye also pauses to partake of this banquet. Grass is always greener with eyes open wide to behold the radiance and wonder.

Thanks to all of you who stopped by to graze today. 

nancy  

© nancy parsons, 2013

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