poem: self-portrait in the dark
And I don’t know about you but for me in December more than most most months I need the gift of things that slow me down, let me sit in the dark, and to remember. His work does just that.
A few more gifts will be headed your way as we get ready to welcome the light back. In the meantime take a minute in the dark time and read a poem.
Self-Portraits in the Dark
by David Bailey
Until the mystery opens its eyes in me
I’m a candle burning out in an empty city,
a wave treading water, a scarecrow defending
a field of sky.
And all these wild lifetimes are
self-portraits drawn in the dark.
Lastly, starting in February, classes both live and asynchronous will be available for you to join me in the studio! Can’t wait to share what I have been brewing and I know that many of you have reached out to see when classes in the school of wonder, mystery, and imagination begins...and the answer is soon! Stay tuned!