Words– there’s too many

To say something meaningful

And yet still I try

 

I wrote the first line of this haiku this way: “Words–there’s not enough” but decided the second way was truer. Painting and writing– it feels like reaching into a big bag of infinite to pull out teeny tiny pieces and then arranging them into some sort of meaning or experience. There’s so little we actually use and there is so much to choose from. Daunting feels like a good word for it. 

I can’t begin to describe all the details I left out of today’s 6×6 inch sandhill crane painting. What I like about it? The posture. The little dance he’s doing (as though I’m not watching). Does any little part of it speak to you? Would love to know which.

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