Close up of the Tarrant County Courthouse Cupola
This has been a day filled with reward, and I’m feeling grateful for the gifts. I’m growing weary of the close, tight work this courthouse cupola is demanding at this moment. An hour ago, I felt a kinship with Picasso who spent late, late nights in the studio, sometimes toiling till daylight, always spinning out new creations. But my eyes are starting to fail me, and my back is getting tired of hunching over the drafting table.
Besides, this beautiful volume of Thoreau Journals has been sitting at my elbow, and I think it’s time that I drink from his waters. With a little reluctance, I’ll turn off Alabama Live and listen to the night sounds outside my open garage door. I haven’t done much quality journaling on this day, and I think it’s time to get some good things on the page.
Thanks for all of you who follow me on this blog. It has been a rewarding spread of days lately. Talk to you tomorrow!
I journal because I am alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.
Tags: architecture, Henry David Thoreau, Pablo Picasso, Tarrant County Courthouse
Recollections 54 The Art of David Tripp 
June 15, 2012 at 6:01 am |
Since I’ve entered the virtual world of blogging, I have been truly amazed at how powerful and profound blogging friendships can be. (Bad grammar) I love this painting but I know the feeling of wanting to step away. The boundaries placed by realistic painting sometimes make my head hurt. Silly, I know. The book I mentioned a few weeks ago is “Andrew Wyeth: Master Drawings from the Artist’s Collection”. I bought it at the Brandywine River Museum and it appears to have been published by them in 2006.
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