Cowgirl Art

My back to sort-of-normalcy in the new year begins today–a week into January already. The temperature outdoors is moderating–a balmy 20 degrees and rising after a long and gripping windchill in the minus column. Last week also featured a “bomb cyclone” that galloped through like cowboys on wild ponies and a whirlwind of weekend birthday celebrations. I’m actually looking forward to vacuuming, making soup and painting–routines and chores a  little lost in all the commotion of the past couple of weeks. It will be just fine to settle into Winter’s subdued pace and beauty and back to sustained creative practice.

spicy-colored gift paper collages into a new palette

© ag ~ 2018


Creative Fear


To Finish a Painting

~    after “Starting a Poem” by Robert Bly


You think you’re alone.
Until you hear a voice.
It’s a brush stroke calling out
“STOP! Look at me.”

You step back as the
voice grows stronger and
you begin to hear it with
your eyes “THIS matters.”

And soon enough your
heart quickens your hands
twitch sweat beads and you
realize THIS changes everything.

You’ve been waiting
for it, prepared and
practiced over and over,
but now that it’s

here with its own arms
and legs your courage weeps
your identity leaves the room
and you understand.

You are alone
with the voice
with the choice. One more
stroke could be all

the difference
between a flash of
brilliance or sudden death.
To finish a painting.


“Brooklyn Blue” ~ Andrea Grillo ~ Pastel and tissue collage ~ 2016