Sketches at the poetry reading

Last night Norman and I did something out of our comfort zone and went to our our first 'Poetry Wivenhoe' evening at the Greyhound, to hear Tobias Hill and Adrian May .. And... I remembered to take my sketchbook and pencil.. Hurrah!  Wonders will never cease.

So with a large glass of red wine in hand ... 

I had forgotten how hard it was to do the two, three things at the same time, listen, drink and concerntrate on the drawing..  Hang on, I'm a girl I should be able to do this easily... Maybe it was the wine...

We had seen Adrian once before at a book signing, he was so funny, his observations are hilarious.. So that was the sprat that caught these two mackerel.. We had to hear him talk and sing once more... I think back in the day he must have been a travelling minstrel.

Adrian Hill was a revelation, for someone so young, his poetry was so beautiful, especially the one about his granddad.. He also read from his new book, by this time I was so tired, but desperate to hear his words.. The descriptive way he writes, and the gentle way he spoke captured me. I shall be ordering one of his books from the library today..

 

Here are a couple fellow listeners..

  

This young chap had such a sensitive mouth.. I've drawn his eyes a bit too close together, never mind it's all good practice.

 Loved this man's face....

A final one of Adrian..

So... When is the next meeting?.... We can't wait.

Everyone is but a collection of selves..

" Each thought
Is the creator
Of a new experience." 

Sri Chinmoy

This amazing poem has made me think this past week about my own thoughts,  and the hundreds that pass through my head every hour......Wow! A big subject... I know.   And it will take the rest of my life to analyze those thoughts and in the mean time.... A thousand more will be waiting in line... And another thousand... And another.

So as I was quietly listening to Radio 2, thinking, and attempting to clean up the studio for the thousandth time!   I came up with a question, I am an artist, mother, lover......... and maybe thinker? Who am I? ..... Who... am I?..... A collection of selves.. Was my final thought.

 

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And here is the product of those thoughts a simple folded hand painted art book with a surprise if you open it up.

 It is painted on both sides... 16 other-selves and maybe more to come.

A final thought...

"Art can bring to the fore the beauty of life
and the fragrance of the heart."

Sri Chinmoy