Sunday, January 1, 2012

Isadora 9

The year is in its infancy. A new year presents to us a fresh, clean start and I can't help but feel a sense of renewal and change; a shedding of the worries and cares of all the last year held. Let us look at our lives with renewed optimism; as full of new possibilities - everything has potential.  Let us also strive to seek out a future in which we can claim true personal happiness and satisfaction; I believe that is something we all should do. It is easy to become comfortable with the familiar and, often, excruciatingly difficult to realize when it is time for a change, let alone initiate it. From now on, everything is for the better. Let us be more positive and take life as it is handed to us. I look forward eagerly to all that 2012 holds in store, and all that is open to be accomplished and experienced.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Isadora 8

She goes to the quiet Church in Milford Bay, our Isadora. Down winding snowy streets, past Butter & Egg road, to the place where candles glow on honeyed oak walls as you sing carols. Drink back deeply; dark crimson wine from the golden cup, offered to you and all mankind. Taste its iron; move it over your tongue and feel its warmth as it travels down inside you, warming you at your centre. Shake hands and greet your Brothers and Sisters; old friends and new faces. Break bread together, kneel, give thanks. Move to the back with glowing cheeks and warm ears. Hug each other; kiss and breathe in strong perfumes that mix pleasantly with the welcome, cool, midnight air as you venture out into the close and holy darkness. Big, ripe flakes gently begin to fall; in the stillness the world is perfect. Celebrate, for you are loved. Merry Christmas to all; I love you.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Isadora 7

She has traveled down empty highways in late afternoon and smiled; there is a sense of wonder in being the only person on the road at this time of year. On either side, snow-laced farmers' fields glow off-white; the surrounding trees outlined by a winter sun that hangs low behind the clouds. The sky is pink and orange; she is almost home, our Isadora. Gifts have arrived from overseas, wrapped in brown paper; tied with coarse white twine and addressed in thickly-stroked, black, permanent marker. Inside: great slabs of rich milk chocolate, sealed in royal purple wrapping foil; spiced tea; black licorice; stones of smooth, maple-coloured toffee in small card boxes. Appreciative mouths delight.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Isadora 6

She's been playing coy, our Isadora, hiding her colours. Revealed now in their first inception, tomorrow they will change. She is fickle but, for the time being, she is charged and static and will use it to her advantage. She will draw you in with her heat and vibrance; seduction is not a lost art for our gentle muse. Outside the snow is falling in the pitch of night; inside the flames dance behind the hearth. The glow casts peaceful shadows that dance across the walls. She is on fire, our Isadora; keep warm under the covers.

Pencil, Sharpie, Prismacolour Markers
For Sale: $150.00

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Isadora 5

Winter is here and, though it has come in like a lamb, our Isadora is prepared for the lion's breath. She is bundled up, and sips sweetened black tea from a tin mug as she walks the lakeside in sunlight. The Winter Winds scatter the remaining dry leaves of autumn - softly and steadily blanketing tarnished gold in white; Isadora greets them with rosy cheeks upon which Jack kisses her gently. He will kiss her more passionately in February.

5.75 x 8.25"
Ballpoint pen on Design Paper
For Sale: $50.00

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Isadora 4

She's seen a thing or two, this Isadora; she is well-traveled. The soles of her feet are black with earth, the tops thinly caked in dust. She's run through dandelion fields in summer, thick with tall grass for the garter snakes to hide in. Some experiences have hardened her but she will not turn to stone; the warm rains in August will soften the mud and she will be renewed. At night she will put on thick, hand-knit sweaters that cover her hands and lie beneath the open sky. There is strength in her -you can see it in her eyes- and she will keep on smiling.
Pencil, Sharpie, Gel Pen
For Sale: $50.00

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Isadora 3

She began in mid-afternoon; the ground was not yet white with snow, and the sides of houses out my window -facing West- welcomed the sun that struck them. She has green eyes, this Isadora - the third, but by no means middle child. She has dirty blonde hair that catches the light as she stands in open doorways in early summer; her lips will make you hesitate before leaving and welcome you back with a passion that is truly heartfelt. Drink and breathe her presence in deeply.

Pencil & Ink on Sketch-Paper
For Sale: $150.00