Posts Tagged ‘Clocks’

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What a glorious time of year!  For a glimpse into how I experience our Northern springtime, you can access my Northern Reflections Blog.

Every vernal equinox floods my being with a freshly renewed appetite for poetry, and now for art as well.  I want to view art, immerse myself in art, and make art—so decidedly that I’d much rather make than bake!  (That is a good thing, as my husband is diabetic!)

At the moment I’m painting between intervals of getting acquainted with my new laptop.  It’s kind of like moving into a new-to-me house.  Now you may say, “Yes, but blogging on the internet is the same no matter which computer you use.”  That is partially true.  In fact, last week while I was computer-less I produced a blog entry on my I-Pad.  That was hilarious!

But blogging is becoming a challenge, rather than a relaxing piece of cake.  The WordPress geniuses (bless their hearts) have come up with what they think is an easier and more efficient format.  Quite frankly, it is HORRIBLE!  (Please, if any of you techies are reading this, consider keeping your original layout for bloggers!)

Today the original layout is available, but there are times when only the “new and approved” work page comes up.  Sitting at a computer for three hours when I’d rather be painting or sitting outdoors in the sun is simply the limit—not to mention (although I am mentioning) a dickey spine and other orthopedic issues which demand frequent variety of body motion.

But enough of computer talk, which to me is the epitome of boring conversation.  Let’s talk about the sounds, sights, and colors of Spring.  After producing a plethora of paintings throughout January and February, it dawned on me that my palette was getting darker and darker.  Like winter in my soul—which I never desire to have!

So I cleaned out the remnants of dark, and created a palette of light:  the colors of Spring.  Leaving segments of white paper as I paint assures me of a bright outlook.  But where darkness threatens to take over, there is always gouache.  Gouache is the watercolorist’s “911”—ever handy in most any art emergency.

What an apt metaphor—the 911 of gouache.  As you will see when you read my Northern Reflections Blog, poetry prevails in Spring.  Forever as I wrote poems over the years, I endeavored to make them “painterly” with colorful visuals via words.  Now I’m striving to make my paintings poetic, encouraging ideas and figurative language to leap out from the colors on my palette.

Spring in Wisconsin!  For this passionately headlong, invigorating, and mindlessly blithery moment I ask to be absolved of having to make sense!  🙂

Margaret L. Been, Spring 2015

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And as the world spins, “Cats” will flourish in our beautiful Wisconsin swamps. ↓

The Cats Are Out!


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The mantel full of clocks pictured above is the realization of a little dream that cheered me on last summer, as I packed 280 boxes in preparation for our move to Southern Wisconsin.  As the box towers in our living room grew higher, and I grew weary from packing, I thought of how our clocks would cluster and grace the mantel of our electric fireplace in our new home.   

Each clock has a story behind it.  The large, antique clock on the left, with lions’ heads, was won at an auction–for a very reasonable bid.  The tiny wooden gem in front of the auction find was made for our 50th wedding anniversary by our friend, Lee Veldboom.  It’s a replica of a watch and fob, similar to what my grandfather always wore in his suit pocket.

The others featured in the front row, and the imitation flow blue clock on top of the antique one, were gifts from Joe for special occasions.  Our latest addition, the vintage percolator equipped with a clock face, was given to us by our daughter Laura for Christmas.  Keeping company with the clocks on the mantel are a calico cat, stacks of books, and a lamp.

Most of these clocks would function if I bothered to put batteries in them.  But strangely enough, I have a “thing” about clocks that don’t run.  I absolutely love them.  The concept of time standing still while capturing the essence of halcyon moments has great appeal for me.  My clocks represent memories frozen in time. 

The clocks speak to me of a major mission accomplished.  I reflect on the fact that we actually made this move.  I thank God for everything the move has implied in terms of proximity to family members and an easier lifestyle for Joe and me.  And I mentally salute the clocks–for the decorative vision they gave me during a stressful summer!

Margaret L. Been–All Rights Reserved

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