The Summer Day

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
—Mary Oliver


Memorable Art Encounters 2015

from redlist.com
Encountered the above work while researching the works of Salvador Dali.

from bostonglobe.com
It was a good start of my day, reading the article on Janet Echelman's giant installation using high-tech rope.



I made these art riffs over the past couple of months for a number of very good reasons.

I made them to mark special days in my family's life ... and got some help from a few family members too.