Wonder is not simply for kids.
Wonder is radical, grown-up stuff.
Jeffrey Davis
A poem today you say well then
Okay.
I have been struggling with the big painting for months. This is where I begin.
I thought for sure it would end up in the burn pile. That all my artistic tools were ready to be tossed in the bin.
So many layers.
So many paintings and stories collected on the surface.
Heavier by weight of mistrials
Yesterday more color. The wash of white just enough.
Stones they appear; a tower of Babel I see
Reaching as I do yet again for the hand of God
To carry me higher so my work can shine with the spark of heaven
And someone out there will see it from their far off place.
Leave me half finished. Let me always feel I am not yet done.
I want to never complete myself so that I get to live in expectancy and wonder
forever.