Towards dawn he awoke. O what sweet music! His soul was all dewy wet. Over his limbs in sleep pale cool waves of light had passed. He lay still, as if his soul lay amid cool waters, conscious of faint sweet music. His mind was waking slowly to a tremulous morning knowledge, a morning inspiration.
James Joyce, Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Waking to a 36-degree morning in Palestine, Texas, in The Redlands Hotel, was a sublime experience. I lay in the darkness of the pre-dawn, unsure of the time, but thinking good thoughts, hoping for bright sunshine so I could return to The Gallery at Redlands downstairs and resume this watercolor sketch I began last week of the Chamber of Commerce building visible through my gallery window.
I have always loved the quality of winter morning sunlight when the weather is snappy cold, and am so happy for the first day in weeks that I have not had appointments and details to tend. I anticipate a day of painting, reading, and merely enjoying life at its fullest. My “American Railroad Odyssey” show closes at 10 p.m. and tomorrow I will take down the show and reconfigure the gallery display.
Thanks for reading.
I make art in order to discover.
I journal when I feel alone.
I blog to remind myself that I am not alone.
Tags: David Tripp artist, James Joyce, Redlands Hotel, The Gallery at Redlands
December 16, 2017 at 9:26 am |
His mind was waking slowly to a tremulous morning knowledge, a morning inspiration. What a great line!
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December 16, 2017 at 9:41 am |
James Joyce. Love his use of language!
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December 17, 2017 at 2:00 pm |
David, having a day without commitments is a treat. Thank you for your posts and wonderful photographs. The quotes and history are always interesting and often thought provoking.
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December 17, 2017 at 2:56 pm |
Thank you, Linda. I enjoy sharing what’s going on in my life, and am happy to know others can read it and feel good about themselves.
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