Joy 2
Flex of muscle, stretch of limb
Leap and whirl on wish and whim
Emotion flows from depths not shown
Flesh responding, makes them known
posted by Pam at 11:01 AM
Sunday, January 07, 2007
About Me
- Name: Pam
- Location: Vermont, United States
Before the onset of ALS I kayaked rivers and the ocean, hiked the Green mts. of VT and was moderately successful as an artist. I can no longer use the pastels, colored pencils and papers I so loved and now paint with the help of my computer to express the musings of my mind. Every day is a fight to hold my disease in check, but each day is also a gift. I fight my battle with the help of my wonderful family and friends, and my husband who sticks by me with love, help with the things I can't do on my own, and humor.
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- The Children Shall Inherit
- Beyond the Blue Horizon
- The Band
- Peaceful Christmas
- Through My Eyes
- Joy
- Power
- Keepers of the Land
- Thanksgiving portrait
- Macy's Thanksgiving Parade
10 Comments:
Oh, now THAT is beautiful! It needs to be framed. The colors.. the shapes... everything. That's my kind of art!
Peace,
~chani
Your poem seems so wistful to me. It is lovely, as is the picture. I can't imagine what you used to produce it...photo image?, water colors? or what?
Your art is amazing but I'm also in awe of your poetry. What a gift you are :) Mucho Lovo
Pam, that figure of a dancer flinging arms wide, paired with your lovely wistful words... I know you struggle with your physical body because of ALS ... if only you could dance like that still. You can in your imagination, though. Your imagination, your mind are so clear about what you desire in this life. You are an inspiration to me, Pam.
xo to you
maureen
Wow! This reads like an incantation to be whispered over someone who is being blessed.
I read it in the context of your relationship to your own body.
What a wonderful picture. Truly beautiful. May I ask how you did it?
You have such a way with words and visual.
Hi Pam: In answer to your question if you would ever have seen any of Dick's "Life" pictures. He was an asst. so had no name recognition but "Time" magazine was in the start of publishing "Sports Illustrated" and he was sent on an assignment to cover a foot race in Madison Garden. He won a prestigious spot in the 1957 "Photography Annual" issue for the "world's greatest photographs" and his picture with the by-line of Richard Dean is featured there... it shows two runners passing the baton.
Pam, to answer your question... I will do my best to not delete. LOL At this point, it is a head-on challenge with my will.
It's that perfectionism thing.. knowing I didn't make much effort to provide anything worthy. It's interesting how this perfectionism thing is kind of like an addiction. I've been obsessed with deleting that entry for the past three hours!
LOL
Oh, well. I'm harmless. Quirky.. but harmless.
Please pardon me for using your comments section as a chat room. I couldn't find an address for you.
Mine is thailandchani at earthlink.
Peace,
~Chani
This is an exhilarating poem and image, Pam. It's a reminder to us that soaring is much more than just a physical flexing of the knees. Such beautiful work.
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