And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game
Joni Mitchell
A full year of this blog. I wasn't sure I'd stick with it, but here I am. It has given a structure to this year, like a skeleton. A year seems so short these days. Looking back I see that the front garden peaked around the time of the summer solstice. This year it peaked about a month ago--this is more typical I think. Today, an unusual bit of rain after some beautiful days.
Somehow, the watercolor sketches have turned up in a new form in some little still life collages. Something fun and playful as a balance to more serious and spare paintings. This is an effect I definitely was not expecting from this process, but I was hoping for surprises!
