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Wednesday Blues. Published in 2013 We’Moon. What is more scary, going off all alone in search of ghosts or demons; or following your bliss to live a creative life and not give up no matter what- Don’t be afraid to be the artist that you are.


Wednesday Blues


Out of the void of the artists’ way

Running indigo Thai Uruyu paper through my teeth

I fold it, wet it, crease it, taste it


People seem to like blue as I tear it into fibery shreds

I’m not supposed to sit on the floor when I work

But somehow I find myself there


My low back groans, thoughts return.

Pain into thought, thoughts into nightmares


Ghosts and nightmares standing over me like carnivores

Ready to run my heart through their teeth

Ready to spit me out all over my worktable


Trapped in the middle a dream come true

Struggling between the magic and the reality

Alone with cold feet, getting ready for an exhibition

Adrift in layers of blue


No sales for a month, running out of time, supplies, money, courage

Alone in the company of ghosts and nightmares and Visa collectors

Thoughts and tears and muscle spasms

Me, falling to pieces like carefully torn paper, for a minute, I’m falling to pieces


But, something breaks through

The cacophony of negative sound tract thoughts

And, because I’m Dutch I stand up and stretch, straighten my workspace


In a daze I study a special order drying in the sun

Shades of rose quartz and amethyst touched with pearls and Kwan Yin reflection


A center piece for a healing altar

I hear a voice that’s always with me when I take the time to listen:

“Whatever you think you can do begin it- remember the magic of boldness”


I begin again and again every day

My art has touched someone like bits of semi-precious emotion

Helping one person to have hope and inspiration

For me, today, that is enough to begin to continue to follow my dreams


Goddesses and angels channeled their way into existence through me

And yet of me, exist to guide me.

Candle light glows through sky colored tamarind paper

The cat gives me a gentle green-eyed stare from her basket on my worktable


And I am quiet and I am Dutch, cat purrs and I unplug the phone

I pick up the pieces of carefully torn indigo Thai Uruyu paper

Like pieces of my life


Collaging them into a composition of inspiration and faith

Add a little cobalt; add a little turquoise, maybe some lapis

People seem to like blue.