They speak of the glorious splendor of your majesty— and I will meditate on your wonderful works. —Psalm 145:5 Inked lines & a swash of paint, and I am overwhelmed by a parcel of grace — the gift of creating stills me to praise the Maker of all good. —C.L. Fisher, August 2022 Unless otherwiseContinue reading “Wonderful Works”
Color is my day-long obsession, joy, and torment. — Claude Monet A perfect palette— luscious lavender dresses and bright lemon moons. —C.L. Fisher, June 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
…with hues on hues expressions cannot paint, the breath of nature, and her endless bloom. —James Thomson Spring flowers blush bright, comeliness that beckons us, woos us to linger. —C.L. Fisher, June 2022 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed withoutContinue reading “Bloom Haiku”
As the deer longs for streams of water so I long for you, O God.— Psalm 42:1 Another early morning before the sun wakes, and I tread the familiar steps down the dim hallway to make our morning coffee with this ache to create, to express something that seems inexpressible, and I am hungry andContinue reading “Another Beautiful Ache”
I would like to paint the way a bird sings. — Claude Monet The faintest lilac hue, the slender tendrils, this delicate, shimmering flower blooms to woo those like Monet who search until they find art just past a patch of irises, under a curved bridge, near calming water, dancing. —C.L. Fisher, May 2022 UnlessContinue reading “A Painter’s Muse”
“Everybody born comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory. We come from the Creator with creativity. I think that each one of us is born with creativity.” – Maya Angelou The certainty of blue in the feathers of a peacock, emphasized by a triumph, of green, a stately sheen that whispers when light reachesContinue reading “Pondering Art”
“Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson As I descended a fair meadow’s hill, pondering as I watched the sea oats dance, I saw this glint of color— no one else noticed, the conversation continued around and behind me as we surveyed this pleasant land—Continue reading “Tangle”
I find myself in these merging blues, in magenta blooms, in a wash of yellow, in green grasses and flower-flurried meadows, in the tiny feathers of a hummingbird. —C.L. Fisher, Dec. 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.
“A walk in nature walks the soul back home.” — Mary Davis Despondent, I walked in the tiny garden seeking a moment to gather up peace like a little bouquet to carry with me the rest of my day, and I paused to take this image — one little daisy and a few simple leavesContinue reading “Living Art”
Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy! — Psalm 96:12 A smear and dab of yellow wash begins my practice — no theme, no subject, just memory of blooms and whimsy with shape and color, and I find a stillness and peace as I fill my brush with hued water, contemplating life,Continue reading “A Lush Life”