On Painting

Poetry As I Need It

I blinked and February seemed to blow right by. It's been quite a month. One that included a really wonderful opportunity to exhibit some of my favorite works at The Arch here in Lancaster. It was a perfect, relaxed evening with a lot of positively interesting and interestingly positive characters. The space itself has its own unique vibe, which I love. No sterile white walls. I felt like the space and the artwork blended together, which I've never really seen or experienced that I can remember.

The show also gave me a chance to get to know fellow exhibitor and artist, Susanne Mundok. Her passion for painting, photography and history blend uniquely and beautifully in her work.

Now that things have returned to "normal," I'm back to doing more of what I love, the actual work-play of creating.

And then, February was also the month we said farewell to our 96-year-old grandmother...


I little plein air piece... taking advantage of the brief sun and warm(er) temperatures.

As for the title of this post, it's more or less a reminder to myself, a perfect combination of words from John Cage, which has also been the tag line for this blog, and I like it.

"I have nothing to say and I'm saying and that is poetry as I need it."

And yes, well, there it is. What more is there to say than that?

Stacy CaldwellComment