PRESTO VIOLINO

PRESTO VIOLINO   wood sculpture by Candace Knapp
26" x 20" x 7"     $ 3900          Photo    Bjorn Andren
available  through  Dabbert Gallery in Sarasota   

PRESTO VIOLINO

You can’t believe how fast I am !
In the hands of the right musician I am unstoppable!
It’s like being at the top of Filbert street in San Francisco
blasting down the hill on a skateboard
while buildings, cars, people........everything blurs.
I run on pure adrenaline
yet my mind is quiet, focused.
I am tempting death.
Afterwards I just smile that irritating smile.
You know ? 
Delicious!  
And when I sing Bazzini’s Dance of the Goblins
I vibrate like a caffeinated hummingbird
in the hands of my master.
No time to think,
time dissolves into sound,
notes fly like sparks,
fingers strike like wildfire and you ride the wind.
I tell you I can take you places you have never been.
Try me !

WILD SUNDAY

WILD SUNDAY   acrylic on board  by Candace Knapp
60 inches x 44 inches      $ 4000.      Photo   Bjorn Andren 
WILD SUNDAY

How about a little kiss ?
Chickie
I mean more than just a
peck on the cheek !
This long and lazy Sunday afternoon
is starting to tickle my fancy.
Bushes rustle with suggestive verse.
Warm pond water ripples against the bottoms of the
ducks
as they turn from side to side,
hiding their delight.
The day unfolds in sweet pastels
as tasty as a handful of Jordan Almonds.
Bees vibrate the flowers
humming sweet nothings under their breath.
Wind caresses the trees.
Planets whirl their moons around in
a smooth celestial waltz.
Dark matter seduces the stars.
The whole universe is in love
this sunny afternoon
while human beings sit in a dark corner
and worry about themselves.

A PASSING THOUGHT

A PASSING THOUGHT    Cast stone sculpture by Candace Knapp      
29" x 12" x 12"     $ 3200.        Photo Bjorn Andren 

 A PASSING THOUGHT

Here is an orange cushion, I say to myself
as I sit down on the cement floor of the meditation room.
Closing my eyes, I notice the drone of the fan and the
rhythmic waves of cool air that reflect off the painted cement block walls
and flow onto my skin.
Breathing in and breathing out
Sore back that needs to adjust itself
Breathing in, need to clear my throat
Breathing out, not wanting to disturb the others
Breathing in, finding quiet space
Breathing out, feeling the heart beat
Breathing in, tasting the asparagus soup I had for dinner
Breathing out, shoulders relax
Breathing in, knees are cold
Breathing out, relax neck
Breathing in, aware of my stomach moving with breath
Breathing out , sensing an underground river of thought
Breathing in, remembering to stay still as thoughts pass by
- little white paper boats of thought drifting on the underground river.
- Iridescent wishes darting here and there below the surface.
Breathing out, legs are asleep
Breathing in, I have stubby red legs
I can feel my slow deliberate steps along the bank of the river.
Notice the eddies that form shapes in the water. Shapes that  float to the surface,
making little soft sounds as they bump into each other and come alive.
Cooing sounds like doves.
Breathing out, back is heavy and stiff
I carry a heavy vessel of feelings ready to spill at any moment.
Breathing in, I know the vessel is full to the brim
Breathing out, wanting to escape I squirm
like an eel trying to swim the other way
but caught
by a mouth full of painful memories.
Breathing in, I relax
Breathing out, I observe everything
Breathing in, I smile to everything
Breathing out, embraced by silence

LADY JANE

LADY JANE    wood and resin mobile by Candace Knapp
35" x 12" x 17"    $ 3000.   Photo Bjorn Andren


LADY JANE

I always use lip liner
actually I make the top of my lips a little bigger than they really are,
I think it’s more sensual. Then I just fill in with lipstick,
the kind that doesn’t rub off on the rims of wine glasses.
I hate that, don’t you?

After Warren died I didn’t know quite what to do with myself.
It was so quiet in the house, lonesome.
Then I met Gloria and she knew Colleen who was friends with Ann,
Ann lost her husband three years ago,
so now we have lunch every Thursday at the White Rose Tea Room
over by the mall. They have pink table cloths and a white rose
on every table. It’s beautiful !

We all dress for the occasion
and since we are retired we can sit and talk as long as we like.
We wear perfume, I like to wear Jungle Gardenia by Cody.
I think we must smell like a bouquet of flowers with different scents.
Sometimes I worry that my hand cream scent clashes with my perfume
but it’s all good.

I don’t know what I would do without my friends.
It feels as if a golden light is shining down upon us as we
pour cups of tea and eat chicken salad sandwiches.
I like Jasmine tea but some of the others prefer English Breakfast.
After that we have little cakes and chocolates.
We have all lived long enough to treasure these moments.
We linger here and savor every taste, every word, every kind smile.
Life is so very tasty and good.