How some things end, and how new friendships are formed-

 

Shy Mr Bear-

(He was chuffed I painted his portrait. He had no idea anyone ever would)

acrylics, 10 x10 inches

 

And I will never again paint something that is larger than my scanner (until I get a larger scanner...)- I couldn't fit poor Mr Bear  all in !-

(well, obviously, knowing how large bears are- silly me!)

So, my sweets, I painted bears because someone requested that I do, but then it appears I got

carried away and painted more than was expected-

 but then again maybe I needed it to in other ways and for other

reasons, if you know what I mean.

 Then Mr Bear (who is thus staying with me so we can have some meaningful discourse once in a while) whispered in my ear an idea for a whole new project that unfortunately or fortunately ( as the case may be) involves no living room watercolors. ( I think I exhausted that really)

Probably no watercolors at all for some time. (Does that mean that I am water-colored out? ) Whatever the deepest truths involved here (and you know I am living my life from one symbolic moment to

 the next...) - I am heading to new artistic pastures, until of course the wheel turns again...

 And all I can disclose at this point is that there are some clever hens that Mr Bear introduced me to. (and it seems that I can't help myself when I write these things) (sorry)

 

And while I am off to become better acquainted with all my new friends,I will leave you with a delightful poem written by an anonymous monk in the eight century, somewhere in Ireland:

 

 

I and Pangur Ban my cat

'Tis a like task we are at:

Hunting mice is his delight,

Hunting words I sit all night.

 

Better far than praise of men

'Tis to sit with book and pen:

Pangur bears me no ill-will,

He too plies his simple skill.

 

'Tis a merry task to see

At our tasks how glad are we,

When at home we sit and find

Entertainment to our mind.

 

Oftentimes a mouse will stray

In the hero Pangur's way;

Oftentimes my keen thought set

Takes a meaning in its net.

 

'Gainst the wall he sets his eye

Full and fierce and sharp and sly;

'Gainst the wall of knowledge I

All my little wisdom try.

 

When a mouse darts from its den,

O how glad is Pangur then!

O what gladness do I prove

When I solve the doubts I love!

 

So in peace our task we ply,

Pangur Ban, my cat, and I;

In our arts we find our bliss,

I have mine and he has his.

 

Practice every day has made

Pangur perfect in his trade;

I get wisdom day and night

Turning darkness into light.

 

 Anon., eighth century, translated from the Irish by Robin Flower

 

 

I found this little gem in the book I am currently Totally In Love  with:

'The Morville Hours' , by Katherine Swift.

 

Hugs-