tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83863205034173634922024-02-07T00:05:48.500-05:00KnappsArtStoriesCopyright Candace Knapp 2012 All rights reserved.Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-83869631112652684562014-05-31T11:10:00.001-04:002014-05-31T11:10:55.224-04:00FERAL HEART<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">FERAL HEART acrylic on canvas by Candace Knapp </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">22 inches by 18 inches </span><br />
<br /><span style="font-size: small;"><b>FERAL HEART</b><br /><br />the tiny feet of the insects<br />leave delicate footprints upon the earth<br />and they know what I know<br />we are walking on the body of our mother<br /><br />when the owl looks up at the night sky<br />and knows the stars are looking back at her<br />I know it too<br /><br />When the wind speaks through the leaves<br />and rattles the bamboo<br />I hear what all creatures hear<br />We know a storm is coming<br /><br />but even the storm is one of us<br />we have one big feral heart<br />brave and united</span><br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-85071577727924974852014-02-07T14:14:00.000-05:002014-02-07T14:14:44.860-05:00Accommodation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Accommodation<br />wood sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />7 by 7 by 6 inches</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Accommodation</b></span><br /><br />An accommodation must be made<br />someone must make room<br /><br />a silent place opens<br />a container is provided<br />a basket<br />a cage<br />an opportunity<br />an embrace<br /><br />There is a clear space in the mind<br />where ideas form<br /><br />Wait for it<br />
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Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-23043592553697870972014-01-12T14:51:00.001-05:002014-01-12T14:51:27.859-05:00MOONLIGHT RIDE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">MOONLIGHT RIDE wood sculpture by Candace Knapp <br />39 inches x 19 inches x 15 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br /><b>MOONLIGHT RIDE</b><br /><br />I have a beautiful flower<br />ripe with perfume<br />quiet and alone<br />in the forest deep.<br /><br />So tonight <br />I will pull up my roots <br />and begin my moonlight ride<br />How delicious I am!<br />How subtle and sweet!<br />I will sprinkle my scent in the evening air<br />I shall gallop across the meadow<br />careen down hills<br />prance through the city<br />meander in great circles around the park.<br /><br />I know I cannot survive<br />without my roots in the earth<br />but I have the traveling fever<br />and I want to find you.<br />Can you see me yet?<br />Do you know I am near?<br />I would do anything to make you smile.<br />
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<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-57048533123115979732013-09-22T13:53:00.001-04:002013-09-22T13:53:50.807-04:00TRANSCENDING PISCES<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">TRANSCENDING PISCES <br />acrylic on wood panels by Candace Knapp <br />10 inches x 10 inches <br /> </span><br /><br /><b>TRANSCENDING PISCES</b><br /><br />Seemed like only yesterday<br />I was a second grader in a school picture<br />Am I still?<br />They told me I was a Pisces, a fish<br />and YES<br />I do feel myself swimming in the great river of time<br />Am I still?<br />There are moments and there are years<br />all melting together into one great picture<br />reds running into blues<br />green shallow places<br />bubbles that suddenly appear<br />and blank white spaces<br /><br />finally I can step back<br />climb out of my frame <br />stretch my arms<br />feel my feet planted<br />and ask the question<br />Am I still me?<br />Then I wonder ...<br />Who is that?<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-23748389808138745872013-08-18T14:47:00.000-04:002013-08-18T14:47:37.438-04:00WAITING FOR BAMBOO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Waiting for Bamboo <br />acrylic on wood panels by Candace Knapp <br />10 inches x 10 inches </span><br />
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Waiting for bamboo<br />to reach the sky,<br />there is yearning.<br /><br />Dragonflies circle above.<br />Sun rises,<br />slips across the flowers,<br />penetrates the bamboo forest.<br /><br />The young bamboo <br />does not seem to move<br />and yet it is taller every day.<br /><br />I begin to understand.<br />How sure<br />the force that stirs within<br />when the intention is pure.<br /><br />When thought is singular <br />there is no limitation.<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-4775654438952837792013-08-11T16:41:00.001-04:002013-08-11T16:43:56.192-04:00THIS OLD BODY DANCING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">This Old Body Dancing<br />wood collage by Candace Knapp 10 inches x 10 inches <br /> </span><br />
<b>THIS OLD BODY DANCING</b><br />
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Just a little stiffness<br />
in the knee<br />
a tight shoulder<br />
a clunk when my head goes back<br />
It won’t stop me.<br />
Nothing interferes.<br />
When the drumming starts<br />
I move out gentle<br />
a tiny swish of the hip<br />
and the rhythm grabs my feet<br />
a bare foot SLAPS against the floor<br />
again and again <br />
I want more<br />
I am an African warrior, proud and sure<br />
my legs carry the weight of ten men<br />
but then . . .<br />
the violins intrude<br />
I turn, stretch and whirl<br />
I am a gypsy, dark and mysterious<br />
sliding across the room<br />
dark curls fly<br />
head back laughing. . .<br />
I dream<br />
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that floats me to the floor<br />
a white swan landing<br />
on a mirrored lake.<br />
When an old woman dances<br />
she can be anything!<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-8531348041076974512013-08-03T11:03:00.002-04:002013-08-03T11:03:45.571-04:00GIRL IN DETOX - SUN OUTSIDE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Girl in Detox - Sun Outside <br />wood collage by Candace Knapp 10 inches x 10 inches </span><br /> <br /><b>GIRL IN DETOX - SUN OUTSIDE</b><br /><br />Just believe it<br />the sun is there<br />the thinnest silver beams of light<br />sweetly slide through dense cement<br />and find you<br />be still<br />let your heart be warmed<br />whatever tangle your life is in<br />just watch for it<br />love was there all along<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-82525631435359182013-07-23T13:26:00.000-04:002013-07-23T13:26:10.876-04:00CHANGE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">CHANGE painting by Candace Knapp<br /> 8 inches by 10 inches </span><br /><b> </b><br />
<b>CHANGE</b><br /><br />As I stand here<br />flutter by wings<br />alight<br />in yellow flowers<br />stilled ... satiated<br />quietly becoming petals<br />curled and dropped<br />as tiny boats<br />that float down dreams<br />sinking slowly<br />and deep<br />into dark bottom fish<br />riding unseen currents<br />rising to become<br />slithery reflections of light<br />so bright<br />in my watchful eye.<br />What changes?<br />What stays the same?<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-84530578281354867082013-07-14T15:57:00.001-04:002013-07-14T15:57:24.895-04:00SPRING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">SPRING wood sculpture by Candace Knapp <br />32 inches x 16 inches x 14 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br />
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<br /><b>SPRING</b><br /><br />It has been raining for days.<br />Low hanging clouds<br />drive me down to my roots<br />to the dark place where it all begins again,<br />the darkness where diamonds are formed<br />by intense pressure and solitude.<br /><br />Here the longing begins,<br />the longing to emerge,<br />to see the light of day<br />and turn it into rainbows.<br /><br />We never know our own beauty <br />until it pierces the illusion<br />like some blade of grass slicing through cement.<br /><br />All it takes is an unguarded moment<br />a breath without effort...<br />And we arise.<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-73890857085961962572013-06-09T14:05:00.000-04:002013-06-09T14:05:29.527-04:00PATIENCE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PATIENCE wood relief by Candace Knapp <br />40 inches x 13 inches x 3 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br />
<br /><b>PATIENCE</b><br /><br />Left hanging,<br />waiting for something to pass<br />for something to begin<br /><br />Emily was quietly staring out the window when the rains came.<br />Joe across the street had been walking his little brown dog,<br />now they both ran.<br />It was a Sunday afternoon,<br />old science fiction movies on TV<br />No phone calls ...<br /><br />Last night she had come close to finishing her book<br />but the ending eluded her<br />reminding her that some relationships<br />linger<br />some wars never end<br />and some long cherished dreams have no resolution<br /><br />only a gradual understanding<br /><br />that forms in the long silent moments<br /><br />between the great events.<br />
<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-60797986792164316752013-04-19T16:13:00.000-04:002013-04-19T16:13:03.362-04:00PEACEMAKER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PEACEMAKER wood sculpture by Candace Knapp <br />95 inches x 25 inches x 25 inches Photo Bjorn Andren <br /></span><br /><b>PEACEMAKER</b><br /><br />When the world goes “BOOM” you need me,<br />realize I was in you all along.<br />A river of life rises through your spine<br />stands firm<br />and scans the far horizon for signs of<br />stress . . .<br />. . . an inharmonious note<br />. . . a broken rhythm<br />. . . a smile that is a little forced.<br /><br />Long before the bullets fly<br />and the sword is drawn,<br />long before the angry word<br />or the icy look<br />there is an imperceptible ripple in the air<br />a loss of peace.<br /><br />A peacemaker knows that wars are won<br />long before they have begun.<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-45259177974800639232013-04-10T11:11:00.000-04:002013-04-10T11:11:35.288-04:00LEAF SPIRIT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">LEAF SPIRIT carved wooden relief by Candace Knapp<br />27 inches x 30 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><b>LEAF SPIRIT</b><br /><br />Do you ever wish the wind would take you<br />sailing across the early morning green<br />with your tender roots dangling and free?<br /><br />Our children leave us.<br />Our parents are gone.<br />Our seeds fly out in the mouths of birds<br />and we never know what happens to them.<br />Our fruits are carried away <br />by little animals scampering in the night.<br /><br />Some hold their dreams so tight<br />they cannot breathe,<br />others drop them along the way.<br /><br />So then we finally let go<br />and are surprised that the wind carries us.<br />A kaleidoscope of colors and experiences<br />were just so patiently waiting<br />for us to relax.<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-64849809908136689432013-03-29T19:06:00.000-04:002013-03-29T19:06:35.312-04:00REACH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">REACH wood sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />6 inches x 13 inches x 8 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><b>REACH</b><br /><br />Tired of the way your life is going?<br />Then reach into the shadowy pocket of fate<br />and pull out a new card.<br />It’s perfectly alright to change your mind<br />to change your life<br />to ask for something more ...<br />All possibilities are within your reach<br /><br />Close your eyes<br />Lean back into the warm waters of life<br />and learn to float<br />The river of time carries you sweetly to the infinite <br />and all along the way you choose your song<br />make it true, make it real<br />pour yourself into music<br />and it will echo long after<br />spend everything<br />keep nothing back<br />become all<br /><br /><br />
<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-71406298603118998842013-03-17T16:07:00.000-04:002013-03-17T16:07:23.093-04:00TOOTS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">TOOTS wood sculpture by Candace Knapp <br />29 inches x 10 inches x 8 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><b><br />TOOTS</b><br /><br />When you walk in the forest<br />do you ever think we are looking at you?<br />We have been standing here together for a long time<br />we green ones<br />we drink water together<br />we warm ourselves in the sun<br />and when a sudden gust of wind<br />pushes us against each other ...<br />do you think we don’t feel that?<br />Do you think we don’t know when <br />the delicate threads of the spider web<br />link our branches together?<br />Deep underground thin root fingers<br />touch one another <br />discovering a secret family connection.<br /><br />Then you come clomping along<br />with your loud voice and busy ways,<br />casting shadows, snapping pictures and <br />pushing us this way and that as you pass.<br />You will never guess what we do then?<br />We love you ...<br />we know we have the peace you need<br />and the sacred substance that can heal you.<br />We are so sorry when you walk away.<br /><br />Did you ever think we might be waiting for you?<br />
<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-49086080277989463012013-03-12T14:25:00.000-04:002013-03-17T16:11:08.409-04:00PIANISSIMO<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PIANISSIMO wood sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />68 inches x 19 inches x 16 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br />
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a soft familiar hum <br />
the steady gaze of a distant star<br />
the purity at the center of the heart<br />
sincerity is a silent thunder<br />
clear and clean like deep well water<br />
my heart goes out to the suffering<br />
of my dear friends<br />
there are no words of comfort<br />
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a warm human breath<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-81664984924864761012013-02-27T19:42:00.000-05:002013-02-27T19:42:45.925-05:00BIRDBATH<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">BIRDBATH wood sculpture by Candace Knapp <br />24 inches x 24 inches x 13 inches Photo Bjorn Andren </span> <br /><br /><b>BIRDBATH</b><br /><br />I’m very careful stepping into this water.<br />It’s cold.<br />I turn my head and look for hawks.<br />I listen for dangerous sounds<br />rustling in the bushes.<br />This is a vulnerable moment.<br />I slide watchfully into my sixty fifth year of life.<br />So this is what it feels like!<br />The water slips beneath my feathers<br />and I shimmy a little...<br />mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm<br />It feels pretty good.<br />I crouch down and let it roll over my back,<br />slip around my neck and then<br />I dunk my head right in <br />and start flapping and wiggling.<br />I step around in a flamboyant dance<br />forgetting about danger<br />forgetting everything that was holding me back...<br />OH I am so alive now and so clean<br />There is a freshness that makes this birthday<br />a whole new beginning!<br />
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<br /><br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-89887368375449569192013-02-18T11:36:00.001-05:002013-02-18T11:36:53.368-05:00UNDERCURRENT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">UNDERCURRENT acrylic on canvas by Candace Knapp<br />60 inches x 44 inches Photo Bjorn Andren </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><b>UNDERCURRENT</b><br /><br />Remember the house on Baker Street<br />that slid so far out of reach<br />that long night in October?<br />There were some strange moments in our childhood<br />... funny how the memories drift,<br />bump into one another out in the back yard<br />where we were camping under the old army blanket.<br />I remember how cold we were <br />and the sudden appearance of a neighbor’s cat,<br />eyes like fireflies appearing ... disappearing<br />strange night sounds ... creeping ... rustling..<br />little cloud girls playing soccer with the moon<br />while heavy branches bent and creaked overhead.<br />Mom and Dad were safe in their cosy bed<br />deep beneath the covers of night<br />dreaming and waking <br />their hearts watching over us.<br />Now these forty years have passed<br />and they are still there...<br />watching...<br />listening...<br />Love never changes.<br />Love never dies.<br />
<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-67622191970138714622013-02-10T13:34:00.000-05:002013-02-10T13:34:32.979-05:00TWEET<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">TWEET wood sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />50 inches x 18 inches x 14 inches Photo Bjorn Andren<br /> </span><br /><b>TWEET</b><br /><br />Tweet tweeeeeeeeeeeet<br />Get outa my way!<br />I’m goin to the right <br />I’m goin to the left<br />Had some hiberdy jiberdy reasons to run after you<br />but then I forgot<br />my head got all wobbly and I started to <br />Tweeeeeeeeeet<br />and the bounce<br />the bounce was about to kill me <br />all flyuppance and wonder<br />bleary eyed and following who?<br />So I just sat down in a pile<br />I stopped<br />all movements died down<br />quiet like I realized<br />I’ve got nothing but the sound of my own voice<br />so I said it again<br />I said it R e a l L o u d<br />TWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET !<br />And you know what?<br />I felt better.<br />
<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-74662664958142121662013-02-02T11:28:00.000-05:002013-02-02T11:28:15.659-05:00PUDDLE JUMP<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PUDDLE JUMP wood sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />20 inches x 14 inches x 11 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><b><br />PUDDLE JUMP</b><br /><br />early morning chill<br />long walk down a wet sidewalk<br />puddles from the rain last night<br />feet and breath in rhythm<br />city waking up<br />slow and constant movement<br />morning sounds<br /><br />suddenly ... SPLASH<br /><br />what a beautiful shape !<br />my eye snaps a picture for my mind<br />and it is gone<br />it exists and then it doesn’t<br /><br />Does it matter how long a life lasts<br />if it was beautiful<br />and someone noticed?<br />
<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-79281739714308154252013-01-27T14:24:00.000-05:002013-01-27T14:24:28.073-05:00TRAVELING MOM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">TRAVELING MOM wood mobile by Candace Knapp<br />8 inches x 25 inches x 8 inches Photo Bjorn Andren </span><br /><br /><b>TRAVELING MOM</b><br /><br />Don’t get me wrong.<br />I love my family.<br />It’s just that there are places I need to go<br />and things I need to do.<br />The sky is a vast blue ocean<br />that pulls me out of myself.<br />I can’t be small anymore<br />I have to do it...<br />to sail these airy currents<br />to drink the sun<br />to find what has been waiting for me<br />since the beginning of time.<br /><br />But it’s ok.<br />I am a big ship now.<br />I can take you with me<br />close your eyes.<br />Can you feel yourself lifted,<br />just a little?<br />We go where light has no horizon<br />where thoughts turn into music<br />and our long cherished dreams<br />meet us face to face<br />give a little kiss <br />and dissolve into laughter.<br />What was I thinking?<br />I can’t be small anymore.<br />There are places I need to go<br />and things I need to do.<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-50114392787112446092013-01-20T15:42:00.000-05:002013-01-20T15:42:14.498-05:00FLOWER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">FLOWER wood sculpture by Candace Knapp <br />26 inches x 14 inches x 10 inches Photo Bjorn Andren </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size: small;">FLOWER<br /><br />I crawled out and spread my leaves last week.<br />It felt so good.<br />I could just feel my fruit ripening<br />on those long sunny afternoons.<br />I stay in my spot.<br />The wind passes by,<br />the night slides over me,<br />the rains come and go.<br />I am just here contemplating my fate<br />The sun is my everything.<br />I turn my leaves to face it,<br />stretch for it,<br />wait for it to appear <br />and cherish it’s warmth.<br />One question burns inside of me.<br />Does the sun see me?<br />Does it even know that I am here?<br /><br />I think about this all the time.<br />Last night I heard something<br />I think the stars were whispering<br />something about me.<br />Maybe I am getting closer<br />to the answer.</span> </span><br />
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Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-22148139756638912092013-01-14T13:05:00.000-05:002013-01-14T13:05:11.857-05:00HEY LITTLE GIRL<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">HEY LITTLE GIRL Drawing by Candace Knapp <br /> 27 inches x 35 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><b></b><br />
<b><br />HEY LITTLE GIRL</b><br /><br />I can make you feel real good for a moment, or two. <br />Isn’t that all that matters ?<br />I’ll give you a rush you will never forget !<br />That mom in the corner<br />crying...<br />don’t look at her,<br />she’ll hold you back.<br />What does she know?<br />“Do what you wanna do, go where you wanna go<br />with whomever you wanna to do, do it with...”<br />Whose your daddy now?<br />You can have it all !<br />You’re mine.<br />I own you.<br />Do NOT listen !<br />Didn’t I tell you ?<br />Do not listen to the silver flute<br />ringing in your heart<br />singing a lone sweet silvery song<br />curling and whirling into space<br />reaching for the stars<br />caressing all your fondest hopes and dreams<br />as they drift silently on the evening breeze.<br />DO NOT !!!!<br />Follow me<br />I can make you feel real good<br />for a moment or two.<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-86548284978749360602012-12-29T13:28:00.000-05:002012-12-29T13:28:59.103-05:00SMILE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">SMILE Ceramic sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />from a sandbox installation Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br /><br /><b>SMILE</b><br /><br />The thing is I just don’t want to be like everyone else.<br />Know what I mean?<br />I want to be “me”... whatever that is.<br />It’s the New Year and I want a fresh start.<br />I want to be the person inside of me that hasn’t come out yet.<br />I want to put on a silly hat and give everyone a smile that says,<br />“This is me and I don’t care what you think about it.”<br />So here I am at the beach<br />sand between my toes. It feels good<br />just lying around in the sun...<br />blue water stretching out to the horizon ...<br />little birds playing footsie with the waves...<br />there’s a ship far away...<br />a constant wind...<br />I stop...<br />And listen...<br />I think I’m about to hatch<br />Please God, don’t let me be like everyone else<br />Please tell me I’m “special”<br />
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<br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-72696581684246715032012-12-22T20:44:00.002-05:002012-12-22T20:44:46.138-05:00BLOSSOM<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">BLOSSOM wood sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />21 inches x 24 inches x 24 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br /><br /><b>BLOSSOM</b><br /><br />Do not be afraid to blossom<br />You have colors this world has never seen<br />and it will feel soooooo gooooooood ...<br />unrimple ... relax ... elongate...<br />sply out with ease.<br />Unfurl your petals until the heart is exposed<br />and your sacred perfume wifs and drifts.<br />It is not the end when your petals fall<br />and you let go of everything.<br />No,<br />this is the new beginning <br />when the fresh seed crawls out<br />all wiggily giggily<br />and we begin again.<br />Everything you have ever done <br />is nothing compared to what comes next.<br />So dear one,<br />do not be afraid to blossom.<br />Never be afraid to blossom.<br /><br /><br /><br />Candace Knapphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01834605789844679104noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8386320503417363492.post-54345646945862044582012-12-15T09:45:00.000-05:002012-12-15T09:45:20.499-05:00BLUE BUBBLE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">BLUE BUBBLE wood sculpture by Candace Knapp<br />29 inches x 14 inches x 11 inches Photo Bjorn Andren</span><br /><br /><b>BLUE BUBBLE</b><br /><br />My happiness is blue like Autumn sky,<br />a bubble formed deep in the <br />underground recesses of my soul<br />where painful memory<br />and heavy responsibility<br />press in on every side.<br />Here lives a secret.<br /><br />Pressure makes a gas,<br />a bubble that rises <br />twisting and turning on it’s way<br />slowly moving to the surface <br />where it breaks free<br />exhales in every direction<br />glides into eternity<br />I am free<br />I have always been free<br />
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