Silver Creamer with Concord Grapes

Oil on Ampersand gessobord, 5 x 7"

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For Arielle and Maura

My daughters’ small 

determined hands 

reach through bramble and 

twisted vine 

to pull whole bunches 

of dusty purple

Concord grapes free 

from the wildness of it.

Itchy arms speckled with tiny cuts, 

squatting 

in chickweed and dandelion with 

dirty faces and shining hair 

to eat wild foraged fruit 

in the summer sun.  

Silver reflects and contains, 

holds and pours, 

remembers. 

-Sharon Egan

Hermine

"Hurricane Hermine", oil. 

“Stroking it’s blue shore/throughout the night, patient, patient,” 

– Denise Levertov, from ‘The sea’s repeated gesture.’

Monday in August

Monday in August, oil, 5 x 7"

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Naomi Shihab Nye defines the word “contemplation” as a long, loving look.  Lately I have been hearing a lot about ideas calling upon creatives to bring them into being.   An idea might arrive all of a piece, as Naomi’s poem “Kindness” did for her, but most require contemplation.  Meditation. Seeing.  A long, loving look. 

Naomi's poem, "Kindness"