Pulling From the Mist, What Creating Art Is About

*** Pulled from the Mist * What Creating Art Is About* (For Debbie Harding) She gasped with an awe of nature, Walking on a lone trail to its end in the dense Forest — a so very painted enchantment with A fresh white lace of snowfall covering all, which No other human eyes had yet seen. Life poised apart, within the treasuring of itself. “Someone of unknown fame once said, ‘You must take something out of the mist, but then put it back in,’” she said, Lifting a pastel to flash over Her paper some lines of pines, a cherry tree, and Naked beeches showing off, Very with castle-high branches Shinning,iced cold. Back in her studio, her perceptions and Her talent flew, pulling colored spaces out of white paper… Forms of shadows and lights; tones laid down musically, like Birds singing and, too, a gurgling river nearby where deer On tiptoe, bend to nuzzle aside snow- Covered leaves to find bites of sheltered, green grass; Plus the changing, cast shadows of wind- Sailing clouds; the varying hues of Every moving related to every other, As colors alter others, closer or farther. She’d pulled mystery from the mist. Inspiring (beyond words) her pastels To bring layers of the all-created out into sight, Then put them back by living into her painting — stroke by stroke, hint upon hint Of her exuberance layered with her humility, There in those hours of exploration in that Forest in its levels of offering — a Metaphorical mist. (Do consider) The dusk’s first twinkle of Venus, which perhaps, No one sees… The last knelling of a bell Beyond human hearing… The deepest beauty across the Earth… The highest splendor in the heavens… Such are wonders God alone keeps: Puzzle Pieces scattered in the mist… Clues to Nature — dispersed — In a coded map, unassembled, Pieces blown about everywhere. Just as…there! A tree is falling in the forest About to land …covering one of them. ——————————————————————————————— (c) sally young eslinger 2/18/22 Glory be to God