I always tend to tread lightly, a little hesitantly, whenever I start something new. I’m a bit of a perfectionist, and I can be a bit preoccupied with getting things right from the get-go. But I know it doesn’t, nor should it, be perfect right out of the gate. So even though I could procrastinate longer, with more research, preparation, and excuses, I think I’ll throw open the door and start running. Now.
Let’s start with a brief introduction. I’m Ari. I live in the northeast US, and am only a few short months away from graduating from college with a BFA in Fine Arts Studio and a minor/concentration in Literary and Cultural Studies. Primarily, I am an acrylic painter, though I do some watercolor, as well as drawings and non-toxic printmaking. I also love to write both poetry and prose fiction.
The point, I suppose, of this blog, is to share my work with more people. And to motivate myself to finish things, stay on schedule, and keep records up-to-date. I can’t tell you how many paintings sit around for months before I photograph them, and then months more before I label the files and organize them. As for my written work, I rarely get to share any of that with anyone, though I would like to. So, here I am! Here is my opportunity!
To conclude this beginning, I will leave you with a small sampling of some of my recent work.
Until next time, farewell.
- Ari
"Waste of Time", acrylic on canvas, 18"x24"
"Consumed", charcoal on cotton paper, 5"x5"
-Waiting to Begin-
I am waiting.
The window sits before me,
Securely set in the sturdy wall.
I can smell the warmth of the sun
Shining on the cotton curtains
That I have yet to draw back.
I shift my weight from one side
And then back to the other.
My hand lifts, hesitantly,
And pauses in the still air.
Am I ready? Is it time?
Slowly, gently, my fingers
Stroke the curtains’ inner seams,
Easing my way in between.
As my hand pushes through,
I can feel the sunlight beams’
Warmth draping across my skin.
It is inviting, comforting, I want
To keep going, to get closer,
To feel the blanket of light
All over my tepid body.
I throw open the curtains,
Quickly, before my spirit fails.
Brightness of light blinds me,
But only for a passing moment.
I flutter my eyelids, and soon adjust.
Beyond the pane, I can see
The vastness of the world laid out
On the other side of the glass.
Full of wonder, possibility, life,
Highs, lows, and everything between.
There is a sudden urge, a yearning,
That leaps up into my chest.
It pulls at me, beckoning my forward.
But there is still something
Clinging to me from behind.
I press my hands firmly against the glass,
But cannot coax the rest of my body
To move not even an inch more.
I want it, I know I do, but
Am I ready? Is it time?
I am waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting to begin.
Let’s start with a brief introduction. I’m Ari. I live in the northeast US, and am only a few short months away from graduating from college with a BFA in Fine Arts Studio and a minor/concentration in Literary and Cultural Studies. Primarily, I am an acrylic painter, though I do some watercolor, as well as drawings and non-toxic printmaking. I also love to write both poetry and prose fiction.
The point, I suppose, of this blog, is to share my work with more people. And to motivate myself to finish things, stay on schedule, and keep records up-to-date. I can’t tell you how many paintings sit around for months before I photograph them, and then months more before I label the files and organize them. As for my written work, I rarely get to share any of that with anyone, though I would like to. So, here I am! Here is my opportunity!
To conclude this beginning, I will leave you with a small sampling of some of my recent work.
Until next time, farewell.
- Ari
"Waste of Time", acrylic on canvas, 18"x24"
"Consumed", charcoal on cotton paper, 5"x5"-Waiting to Begin-
I am waiting.
The window sits before me,
Securely set in the sturdy wall.
I can smell the warmth of the sun
Shining on the cotton curtains
That I have yet to draw back.
I shift my weight from one side
And then back to the other.
My hand lifts, hesitantly,
And pauses in the still air.
Am I ready? Is it time?
Slowly, gently, my fingers
Stroke the curtains’ inner seams,
Easing my way in between.
As my hand pushes through,
I can feel the sunlight beams’
Warmth draping across my skin.
It is inviting, comforting, I want
To keep going, to get closer,
To feel the blanket of light
All over my tepid body.
I throw open the curtains,
Quickly, before my spirit fails.
Brightness of light blinds me,
But only for a passing moment.
I flutter my eyelids, and soon adjust.
Beyond the pane, I can see
The vastness of the world laid out
On the other side of the glass.
Full of wonder, possibility, life,
Highs, lows, and everything between.
There is a sudden urge, a yearning,
That leaps up into my chest.
It pulls at me, beckoning my forward.
But there is still something
Clinging to me from behind.
I press my hands firmly against the glass,
But cannot coax the rest of my body
To move not even an inch more.
I want it, I know I do, but
Am I ready? Is it time?
I am waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting to begin.
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