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| 3/16/21 |
In addition to being a sumi painter, my mother was a haiku poet. As a traditional homemaker, she spent most of her time at home. Sometimes when her well of haiku ideas ran dry, she complained that it was because she hadn’t gone out that week. Then she would go shopping or run another mundane errand, and when she returned, inevitably she would say that she had gotten an idea for a haiku (which she would then quickly scribble into her notebook).
She didn’t need much for inspiration – her brief poems were often
about ordinary matters made extraordinary by her observations – but getting out
of the house was enough to make her see the mundane anew.
I know how my mom felt. My regular walks around the
neighborhood are hardly “inspiring,” yet walking out the door is usually all I
need to keep scribbling visual haiku in my sketchbook.
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| 3/19/21 |
I think you are like your mom, sketching your poems instead. That must be a great feeling to know you are inspired by doing the same kind of thing.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Joan! I think about my mom a lot when I sketch. I didn't start sketching until after she was gone, and I regret that I couldn't show her how she has influenced me.
DeleteA rich comparison: Urban Sketches comparable to VISUAL Haiku! The idea is so appropriate!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I'm glad you think so, too!
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