Image: ‘Vox Angelica’ by Max Ernst – artnet.com
“Painting is not for me either decorative amusement, or the plastic invention of felt reality; it must be every time: invention, discovery, revelation.” Max Ernst
The Process
The giant bird and I became friends
though sometimes she left me alone far
from home and, no matter my peregrinations,
I was always only ever myself, discovery
was never the end it was the process.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
peregrinations- 25$ word! 🙂
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Ah yes, it is a wonderful word, thank you so much Ruth. 🙂
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Are you and the bird still friends?
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Not so much these days, the cost of flying is no easy budget matter.
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WOW! Loved graphic and the best was the short succinct poetry. 🙏♥️👍
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Thank you so much Jay 🙏
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A poem after my own heart! I am all about process.
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Yes, and sometimes there are wheels within wheels i.e. process within process that eventually becomes clearer – wonderful stuff.
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Indeed it it! It’s what I live for.
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Wonderful
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A process, a journey…
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Yes, a journey …
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Discovery is a process and the reason for the journey. Lovely lines. Thank you for sharing.
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Sure is and thank you.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Wonderful – thank you Charles 🙂
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Always a pleasure, Paul!!
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Thank you for that, much appreciated.
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👍✨✨
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Interesting
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🙂
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