Everything's Emptying into White....

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Those of you who read my blog on a regular basis may have noticed that I changed my template from black into white. While black may be strong, powerful, and contrasts well with my artwork, it now is too dark for this summer and life so full of light, hope, and inspiration.

I flashed back to the Cat Stevens song "Into White". Some may think is was written while he was on an acid trip, others convert it into the beauty of simplicity, and peace. I prefer the latter. A snippet from a moment of observation or meditation.
It is my mantra for the day.

I built my house from barley rice
Green pepper walls and water ice
Tables of paper wood, windows of light
And everything emptying into White.

A simple garden, with acres of sky
A Brown-haired dogmouse
If one dropped by
Yellow Delanie would sleep well at night
With everything emptying into White.

A sad Blue eyed drummer rehearses outside
A Black spider dancing on top of his eye
Red legged chicken stands ready to strike
And everything emptying into White.

I built my house from barley rice
Green pepper walls and water ice...
And everything emptying into White

The two photos were taken in NYC yesterday. One is the view from my niece's apartment on Wall Street, the other is the top of the NY Stock Exchange, a few doors down from her. More NY stories and photos to follow.

Patti O Whitewash

Comments

Chaska Peacock said…
I have been wondering which of your two blogs to bookmark...Time constraints, you know....and this one is it! You...your writing...are interesting.
7:34 PM
Judy Vars said…
I like the white look, but I thought if you changed the format you would loose the whole blog.

I Love NY never been but love it anyway.
3:21 AM
Amber Dawn Inventive Soul said…
Cool change!
I feel that I also like the black in the fall and winter and the bright pages for the spring and summer!

Did ya shop while here?
11:09 AM
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