Joanna Gilman Hyde

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What is it about

the muted proclamations of the surf *

that eye find so soothing

so fulfilling and life-giving?

They are the sound of Eternity Itself

and I bathe and bask in their heralding

* Anchorage Northeast by Howard T. Walden, page 254

For my breakfast

Eye have eaten the green grapes

meant for my X husband

and I have feasted upon

The Silver Light

playing across —

saturating the ocean

before me

Aeons ago eye read somewhere

that more stars exist than all the grains of sand

on all the beaches of this Earth

and aeons ago eye wrote somewhere

that eye did not believe this statement

I believe the stars are finite

but are forever forever changing

transforming into ourselves

Bought this canvas from the UFO museum in Shag Harbour yesterday — it was “mall art” thinking eye would embellish it butt didnt have the right found objects so early this morning eye started opening cans of old paint and this happened!

Eye finished a “painting”

down in my studio

and thought to walk on the beach

alone before supper

but as eye locked my door

and stepped down from my portico

the fog spread closer

chasing me back

into my interior

Eye am alone in the fog

with my blue-eyed Siamese

on my bed

Eye drink my decaf with cream

listening to the French radio

& the waves & the wind & the birds

through my ensuite bath

This is where my creativity exploded

as I did in paint and found objects

on the concrete floor

and work bench top

for three and a half years

this is where I was happiest

So how could I leave it?

In order to gain exposure

I will put up highway signs

and arrows to my house

where I am planning a gallery

to show my work right here.

Eye WILL be successful–

The Famous Artist living in Nova Scotia —

What I have always striven to be

and What I already am.

Today eye took a walk

And found a piece of trash

It inspired me to make some art

And ignore the fiscal crash