When I walk in a lonely place in the countryside, or by a lake or in a light forest, the silence often evokes some strange sadness or nostalgia which comes in a flash and leaves me in a state of awe.  
With such, there's a tinge of the transcendental.

I return home in a state of suspended wonder

Art Weiss
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Freelance Graphic Designer / Art Director / Illustrator / University Professor Emeritus
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Abstract Painting “Crowded Colors”

Haiku


Rush of bright colours
mosaic of exquisiteness
anthem of beauty

If you have learnt

to live with yourself

it's enough grace

you'd need little else

Dear Albert,  you are right but the truth is that I begin by identifying what I CAN'T.  This I have practised all my life---I was so poor in sports--I tried but nature never gave me any talent in this regard.

So, I escaped into books, reading mainly poetry. While my peers were having such great fun at the field, I was sitting under a shade, reading.  I was lonely but not sad. Nature determines my core being but I am not trapped as I have great curiosity---I taught myself to play the violin (you did better!), to sing tenor and in my winter-years, to compose light melodies.  

The I CAN is so much less than I CAN'T but I have been somewhat happy with my I CAN'T.



I remain

yours in perpetual admiration

Peter Can't

Give me someone who has NEVER lied to themselves
I would regard such a saint or a charlatan

Edward Hopper - Square Rock, Ogunquit　1914　oil on canvas Whitney Museum of American Art, New York (restot)





Haiku



Sea against old rocks

unending conversation

known not to humans

Soft Charcoal & Watercolor Painting “The Bridge Above”

a close up picture of a water bodyActivate link to view larger image.





Haiku

Hidden paradise

flowers , trees and stream they merge

watched by silent bridge