“Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.”

Wild Sunflowers, acrylic on paper, c 2017, all rights reserved, D. Moorezart
Wild Sunflowers, acrylic on paper, c 2017, all rights reserved, D. Moorezart

“Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.”

» Kellie Elmore


 

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Father’s Day: “it matters who I remember he was”

 

 

It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.

— Anne Sexton

 

 

“Artists… need to be left alone to follow the course of their own imagination.”

Artists with serious aspirations need to be left alone to follow the course of their own imagination.

Robert Genn


Studio Couch, mixed media on paper, copyright 2018, D. Moorezart, all rights reserved.

In my studio the onlooking “studio couch” continually asks me to step back, take a break and see what’s happened so far. Not to fall down a rabbit hole and get distorted in purpose.

To reflect, to consider, to put on another pair of eyes for a while. Sit a spell.

— D. M

“summer to your heart”

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Summer to Your Heart, c 2017, all rights reserved, Douglas Moorezart

 

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII)

I know I am but summer to your heart,
And not the full four seasons of the year;
And you must welcome from another part
Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear.
No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring.
Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes,
I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums,
That you may hail anew the bird and rose
When I come back to you, as summer comes.
Else will you seek, at some not distant time,
Even your summer in another clime.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

 

“Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.”

 

“Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.”

Alexander Smith, Dreamthorp: Essays written in the Country (1863).-


“The wisteria was especially lovely in my garden this year. As I painted just outside my front door I remembered this wonderful line from the Scottish poet Alexander Smith. It states perfectly how I feel as I meditate in this sun dappled spot.”

Douglas


 

Wisteria Arbor, Oil on Canvas, Douglas Moore, c 2018, all rights reserved
Wisteria Arbor, Oil on Canvas, Douglas Moorezart, c 2018, all rights reserved

Coy-Koi, secrets spring to life

 

coy-koi

 

hints beneath the ice

wintered without food or light

secrets spring to life
.

d.w.m.

 

Koi, painting – oil on panel, Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2018, all rights reserved

“We… arrive where we started, And know the place for the first time.”


We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding


New Year, D. Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved