Monday, October 31, 2011

Painting Studio Quiet In The Night On And In The Night On…

They said some were silent. They said some were loud. The voices could not hear inside their own heads for the quiet was so profound. A fog took some to sleep in dreams and woke them in sacred memories. A time between and twixt the rail on the road.
I could hear the trains and smell the stations. Cold hot steel wheels bending around and back again. Oil and electricity, a scent of fear, a scent of hope, a scent of home, a yearning. A pause. The hat and overcoat drawn taught in Chicago winds, wound down Lake Shore Drive and up town. Down and back to Oak Park, to Barrington, to the Ranch. To Wizard swamp, a magical place for sure and Merlin’s river. A small stream but with a magical quality.
They said some were silent. Liberty left the station hand bag in her hand, red bandanna waving in the smoke and steam. Dragon woke, rolled a tight one and went into the dream.
Are you ok?
I think so. How are you?
Better now that I am with you.
Do you remember?
No darling. Let us just forget
Yes please.
Are you ok?
Thank you for the wine my dear
and your time.
As ever be well

Friday, October 07, 2011

PAINTING STUDIO Walking on Ridge by Stephen Craig Rowe



Walking on the ridge some things are seen as on the edge.  As in a change of seasons one becomes quiet and watches.  Just take a bit of time to see.


Some images are striking enough to be in and a part of rather like a poem or something.  One’s sight at times must be shared for there you are.  The image of the moment is once only a singular event.


Rather like grain in light and


Poetry on the ridge.  As ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe

Tuesday, October 04, 2011

PAINTING STUDIO Half Moon Stars On The Road To The Garden An Indian Summer Kind Of Day By Stephen Craig Rowe


Roses sleep in deep frost as leaves turn and softly fall.


There but for a moments grace one is swept away in the beauty of a change of seasons.


In the light of life.


There is a rush to hush.  A push and pull, a giving that is a gain.  In the change of seasons.


Enjoy the contrast of color and light,  see all that  you can see, and as ever be well,  Stephen Craig Rowe