The studio walls gleam white. A single painter in full body gear spray-painted it during the pandemic. The contents were packed up and moved to the garage. Now they are back still boxed. Worse than the proverbial white canvas, or the blank page, is the threat of the white walls of the pristine studio. They taunt me to create, and lose. A black spider contrasts and moved in to befriend me. "Summer View, Lions Gate Bridge" photo by Deborah Stephan
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Since she must go, and I must mourn, Come Night,
Environ me with darkness, whilst I write: Shadow that hell unto me, which alone I am to suffer when my Love is gone. John Donne A child is not afraid of new ideas, does not have to worry abut the status quo or rocking the boat, is willing to sail into uncharted waters. Madeleine L' Engle Graffiti Knitting # 21 Deborah Stephan
Our lives are made up of times of waiting. We wait to grow up, we wait for the bus, for the right partner in life, for a movie to start, for the pandemic to end. We have time at the hospital, the airport, in the middle of the night. The practice of contemplative waiting consists of readings from saints and desert hermits, anchoresses and everyday missionaries who have waited well. DS L'Attente (Waiting) Bouguereau
Awakening this morning To colours that fill the coral walls Squares of green Red Blue Personal favourites Vignettes of life Painted as gifts to me From above … Deborah Stephan Graffiti Knitting #22 Deborah Stephan
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AuthorDeborah writes poetry intermittently. Some poems have been published in magazines and newsletters. She adds quotes here from other poets also, to her own offerings from daily life. ArchivesCategories: Artwork,Poetry and Quotes |