This will not work on film.

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Hello, dear ones.

Thank you so much for taking time out of your day

to visit my little blog.

I haven’t done a poetry post in ages.

Not since my post on Emily Dickinson’s birthday, I believe.

Which is crazy since I read poetry every day.

So this post is about a poet.

Tom Andrews, an exceptional person and poet.

A man who was taken from this earth too soon.

His work stands out on so many levels.

It’s my wish that if you’re not familiar with Tom Andrews’ work,

you will spend some time with it.

I found this moving and heartfelt article by Michael Bugeja

 about Tom Andrews,

and I sincerely hope you take time to read it.

This post was sparked by a piece of art by anca gray.

I had the opportunity to get to know her a bit this week.

Not only is anca extremely gifted,

she is a truly kind and inspirational soul.

I plan to purchase the above original painting by anca.

I love this painting for so many reasons.

This particular example of Tom Andrews' work is one of my favorites…

Tom Andrews

SIX ONE-LINE FILM SCRIPTS

Film Noir
Everyone on earth is asleep – except Robert Mitchum.

French Flick
The camera is an emptiness that longs to be a camera.

Historic Epic
Thousands of extras…reset their alarm clocks.

Stéphane Mallarmé Counts the Buttons on the Hangman’s Vest
Mallarmé: Two, three…no…two…no…wait, two, three…one, two…

God, Guilt and Death
This will not work on film.

The Needle
Medium shot of a camel squeezing through the eye of a needle.

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Dear hearts,

My wish for you is this.

May each of your days be filled with and formed by poetry.

See the poetry in the moments of your life.

All the moments.

Look at your life like a poet, as a poem.

Much love...

xo

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An Old Friend Found...

I have always had a passion for art and creating. When I was thirteen, I was taught the technique of oil painting. It opened up a whole new world for me. I loved it. In high school, I spent as much time as possible in the art room with dear, beloved Mrs. Warren. As college rolled around and I chose science as my field of studies, painting fell further down on my list of priorities. As an adult, I've spent less and less time painting. The last painting I completed was years ago.

Today, while going through the coat closet (a closet that stretches back under the stairs, sort of like a black hole...), I discovered a forgotten canvas I had been working on probably 5 or 6 years ago. It's in the beginning stages. Just a charcoal outline of the 24 x 30 painting it was meant to become. An old friend found. I dusted my friend off and have him propped up on the easel. I am determined to finish this painting, and writing this post is a way of pushing myself to do so. I have a feeling I'll have to replace most of my paints as I'm sure they're a little worse for wear after years of neglect...

Here's to rediscovering old passions....

And thank you for dropping by, lovely friends...xo