time doing nothing —
time that you enjoy wasting
is not wasted time
Today I came across a few sketches that I hadn’t scanned from my summer travels, including this one that brought back some memories of a very special place. During my workshop in Provence, we spent a day at Saint Paul de Mausole Monastery, where Van Gogh spent over a year at the asylum and painted some of his most iconic paintings including The Starry Night and Irises. He also painted at least 15 paintings of the olive trees just outside the walls of the asylum.
When I first caught of a glimpse of these ancient, gnarled trees, their shapes were so familiar — from reproductions and originals I’ve seen over the years in books and at various museums — but I didn’t get to paint them that first day. It wasn’t until a week later that I got my wish to sketch them, in between a quick lunch…
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She grows in me like some runic inscriptions,
syllables that drown me in her stupor
words that draws me in her love
and her thoughts distinct and clear
exuded through my benign smile
and I was blessed,
for I knew,
she is going to stay for a lifetime
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