May Musings

There was something about the shift that happens around this time of year. The gray heaviness of fall and winter give way to the rejuvenating rain and delicate light of spring. I felt this lightness in my own being- and sort of newness and wonder and creative rebirth. It is most certainly present in the florals that have, of late, dominated my works. But also in the small things: butterflies, birds, and tiny creatures that peer out from behind the veil. 

Never fear, though! My love of the female form endures (and likely, always will). She will share space with, and make room for- occasionally- scenes of quiet abundance and muted decadence. Spaces I would love to find myself in. Places that speak of quiet joys and small indulgences. 

(One such quiet space, currently in progress)

A prominent subject in these latest creative forays, is the Blue Heron. On my morning walks on the pier, I would often see one, waiting to greet me. His feathers are just a bit worn, his color not particularly vibrant. But the tilt of his head was always jaunty, and he would sit with me companionably for a while, before continuing his hunt for small morsels in the shallows. After several months of this routine, he became Harry- and was my first stop on every walk. 

I loved staring out over the waters and listening to the waves murmuring and gulls calling out overhead, especially when it is early and the crowds have yet to appear. Harry has been gone a while; I imagine he has other places he visits. I look forward to his return and look for him, out on the rocks, whenever I find myself in our favorite spot.

Goodbye for now, friends. See you next time. ❤️