Saturday, July 28, 2012
BUTTERBIRD wood mobile by Candace Knapp
22 inches x 9inches x 7 inches Photo Bjorn Andren
Sometimes a lady can have a little wiggle.
It’s actually quite charming, don’t you think?
And when a lady, I mean a very well bred
only slightly elderly and extremely charming lady,
a real lady,
has a wiggle,
she most always has a plump butt.
I mean to say a derriere.
A derriere with dignity that can slide
ever so gently to the left and to the right
when she walks
or in my case “floats”
for I am a Butterbird.
I float ever so gently through the air
with an almost imperceptible flutter of wings
and I make a sound like a faint sigh.
There is the odor of fresh lipstick just before I disappear
into your imagination.
You begin to wonder if I was ever there at all
Maybe it was a dream?
Still the little swaying to the left and to the right,
it will stay with you
It will haunt you
and sometimes you will look over your left shoulder suddenly
to catch a glimpse.
I tell you, “A real lady is hard to find in this world.
A real lady is a gift from God.”
Saturday, July 21, 2012
THE BEAUTIFUL ONE acrylic on canvas by Candace Knapp
13 inches x 13 inches x 1 ½ inches $ 500. Photo Bjorn Andren
THE BEAUTIFUL ONE
Passing through a darkening forest
Earth wet and cold under my feet
Night closing in on me
Just then I see her
I love her from the very first moment
Is she looking this way?
Does she see me?
How long have I been standing here
with my heart in my mouth?
I am frozen in time
and she hovers before me in the light,
the light that warms my chest,
the light that makes me believe
life will soon be good again.
She flickers on and off like a firefly.
If I close my eyes will she disappear?
My mind is so fixed on her
that I am almost afraid to breathe
but when I breathe I drink her beauty
with my eyes
until I finally realize
she is only a reflection
of "The Beautiful One”
living in secret in the heart of my heart.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
GREEN MEADOW acrylic on wood panel by Candace Knapp
15 inches x 11 inches x 1 ½ inches $ 600. Photo Bjorn Andren
Can we ever be gentle enough?
When a thoughtless word starts a river of blood
deep beneath the surface,
we ache for the green meadow
for the healing hands of plants
the cool misty breath of filtered light
the smell of wood and earth
There really is a safe place
where happy yellow birds drift like clouds
and tenderness surrounds like a persistent melody.
All of us open like flowers
in the presence of kindness.
Can we ever be gentle enough?
Sunday, July 8, 2012
LOUISE wood sculpture by Candace Knapp
38 inches x 18 inches x 14 inches $ 4200. Photo Bjorn Andren
There is something really wonderful inside of me
I am standing very still,
concentrating and listening.
She’s not ready to come out yet but I know she is there
So I wait.
Clouds drift across the sky.
Day turns into night and then day again.
People whiz by in their cars.
Insects meander through the tall grass on their tiny legs.
Squirrels scamper closer then farther away.
I am so still that the birds don’t notice me anymore.
I listen to the wind.
Something is crawling on my nose but I do not move.
She is telling me her secrets.
She is coming out soon.