Sunday, April 24, 2016

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Thursday, April 14, 2016

playing with a brush






I kept the oils dry today
right out of the neck material
You can smear it and
you can dust it up
don't bother cleaning your brush
going from tube to tube
just keep in mind your order


©  Tom Taylor


Friday, April 8, 2016

good morning Christa




Mother Archie's Church


Andrew Wyeth crafts realism with a very limited palette, 
somehow infusing into his Yankee dryness 
a good deal of emotional depth.  
That's my written answer to a test question.

I'm reminded of Chagall, in black and white.

Why art?

Are you really asking, is it worth it?

It's for each of us to decide individually.
I don't know I ever decided.  
That's an impediment to conviction.
The fact is, though, this is what I'm drawn to,
no matter what I think.
I gain most from this particular process of doing.
It has to do with my makeup.  This is who I am.
I can pick my choices apart and find flaws everywhere.
Knowing who I am and knowing my personal drawbacks
hasn't much budged my course.
I'm where I'm meant to be,
despite my choice.

How much of life is fighting natural inclinations?

©  Tom Taylor


Sunday, April 3, 2016

good morning Jessicca




Kitty Hawk, North Carolina





A bit up the road from Kill Devil Hill
where the Wright brothers set up shop.





Their first powered flight was a short hop,
just to make sure things worked.





There were four flights that day
with Orville and Wilbur alternating.





The morning was early.
There was a breeze.





Orville held the stick with his left and
grabbed tight the plane with his right.





Small wings in front controlled up and down.
Shifting your hips in a cradle gave it left and right.





The tail looks like a ship's rudder
because it works the same way.





This track gives you sixty feet to get off the ground.





Townspeople were there.
They often chipped in.





John Daniels was given the camera
and snapped his first-ever photo





capturing a moment in history.



              love,
                Dad


©  Tom Taylor