
Full moon sunset rise
©️ Amanda Reilly Sayer
Bright promise in dusky skies
See now with new eyes
Full moon sunset rise
©️ Amanda Reilly Sayer
Bright promise in dusky skies
See now with new eyes
The past week reminded me of My Many Colored Days, a lesser known Dr. Seuss book. The weather was highly variable. So was my mood. Both were predominantly gray, which is where the story departs from Dr. Seuss.
With that introduction, I hoped you might enjoy a representation of this idea in five paintings. The series was made on the same canvas over several days. The paintings are posted in the order of their making. To be clear, I didn’t paint over the earlier paintings because my mood changed. I just wasn’t happy with something about the painting. But considering how different they are, I’m almost certain they were influenced by both internal and external conditions, which varied considerably over the course of days.
Note: I’ve stopped with the final image because it feels like the most honest representation and works both right side up and upside down (as shown below). Perhaps a storm is brewing. Or, turned over, a brighter day is ahead. Both are always true. And wouldn’t life be much less interesting without our many colored days?
I plan to leave this painting unsigned, to turn it over as many times as I need reminders to accept and embrace my many colored days. Will you join me?
I’d also be glad to know which painting you like best 🙂
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
For now
We may know a tree
In the glow of evening
Or midnight blue
Before awakening
That can be enough
Knowing
For now
Snow and sunlit field
©️ Amanda Reilly Sayer
Paradoxical cool warmth
Two tones, one sound
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
When mourning finds you
Deep grief that breaks you open
Let the dawn light in
Make mistakes and learn
©️ Amanda Reilly Sayer
Progression not perfection
Rules for your best life
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Enlightenment is
Buoyancy in the shallows
Candle and dark night
© Amanda Reilly Sayer
Fertile ground in dormant slumber
unmade bed of rusted green
Smoothed by winter’s coverlet
still, in silent preparation
Can you see beauty
in the skeleton tree lines?
The jubilation of up-stretched limbs?
Shadow crowns dance
over blankets of fresh snow
New canvas for angel wings
Can you find solace
in the sound of brittle steps?
The bite of frigid air?
Allow the earth to catch you
in buoyant powder
Feel the awakening kiss
on your bare neck