The Adirondack Guide

Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
The Adirondack Guide
Watercolour and pencil
1889
38.1 x 54.61 cm
(15″ x 21½”)
Museum of Fine Arts (Boston, United States)

Packed and on our way back to the Adirondacks for a few weeks. This bulletin cover guide in a row boat with oars aligned will propel us through on a wilderness ride. I like the way Winslow adds abstract to his realism craft.

~ §tacy §weeney

Lay Me in the Dust


Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
Harrowing
Watercolor on paper
1879
Public collection

I broke out of the womb with instability, a twisted ankle, and a broken collar bone. If I broke one, I broke them all. Sin took me deeper and farther than I wanted to go. I got myself into something I couldn’t control. I kept fighting, and I kept losing. I was intent to run. I only thought I knew peace and freedom. If I stay in self, I will become unlovable and distrustful. Lay me in the dust.

Lay Me in the Dust

Lay me in the dust
turn my back on dirty self
oh my gosh it hurts

~ §tacy §weeney

Come With Humble Heart

Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
Rest
Watercolor on paper 1885  Public collection

I can’t close my 2017 calendar without comment, for no day is too minor to demand attention. What I know of myself is changing in time. I don’t have to cut people off and run for my life. I don’t have to be afraid of a memory anymore. This is the best writing and watercolor selection I have for the unique sevens, and I pray there will be seven days of very good weather ahead.

Come With Humble Heart

Come with humble heart
only cut away my bad
precious in his sight

~ §tacy §weeney

§amarican Woman

Winslow Homer (1836-1910)
Autumn
Oil on canvas
1877
National Gallery of Art (Washington, District of Columbia, United States)

Please disregard my earlier inquisition about the oil painting, “Autumn,” entitled by the artist himself – Winslow Homer. I tried to convince myself on a couple spots of contrast to fit my firework message – but the painting is about glowing color, hello! My eyes were set on the crackling sparklers I saw in her collar and bows, and I had my own ideas of Samaria and America mixed up in the flow. The early story of the surprised Samaritan Woman I think I know, “I am a woman, and you are a Jew.” is the way her vocals go. In her willing, unknowing dialogue with the Messiah, he had a better hope, like letting his love for her show. Totally taken, she let go of her water jug and set her lamp aglow.

§amarican Woman

My mother showed not so long ago,
I wasn’t the only one who needed to grow
Though no secret she spoke of living in the throes,
like woman live with a man, or man live upon those

I am a woman, and you are a man,
a divided family, how shall we stand?
Come and see a man, he alone can,
never thirst again, he’s nearer than

I aroused to talk around noonish about,
but he was willing to give me a greater amount
ßuckets of water to drink at the fount I drew,
as he drew me in, to spirit and truth

Every secret he told of living in the know,
my humble spirit engaged in deepest well, hallow
A bubbling spring has sprung, but slow to come are halos
I let go of the rope and set my  lamp aglow

I feel the forest floor with fallen stems and buds,
I’m being seen in streams of kinship and love
Something new, something borrowed like a pair of gloves,
charge my heart to the Lord for a stronger hold on above

I am a woman, and you are a man,
holy matrimony, I understand
Come and see a man, he alone can,
every heart expand, he’s nearer than

~ §tacy §weeney