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In my studio, a week has been taken up entirely with completing a painting of a tall ship. I wanted a “desired” image of an event from last summer. The arrival of the famous “Niagara,” the tall ship, coming into the port of Duluth Harbor. My daughter and grandson had joined me (along with ten thousand others) to welcome and see this special event.
Are there other tall ships? My grandson had asked after we had greatly raised his expectations of the coming ship.
“Not so many any more, they are very old,” I replied.
“I’m four, Grampa, how old is tall ships?” “Much, much older,” I replied as I pondered the weight of his simple question.
As the ship was spotted, everyone began to chatter. For a half hour we photographed and watched both the ship and the crowd. The harbor was cleared for this traffic, the ship came and was escorted by many small water craft, mostly sail boats. We would point and say, “See the tall ship, look look. Remember this.”
He is four, I will remember it, but he will remember something else.
He was impressed because we were impressed. We were not so impressed with the ship, but with the privilege of seeing such an historical old ship, sailing right out of our childhood story books and into our sight. A tall ship, that it came to our harbor, to our town. Others saw it, others saw us see it, we saw them see it, too, and we shared it in a community sense. Witnesses that we had seen our past. It is important when one can see themselves seeing something. It is actually rare.
Being there is mandatory to understanding.
The ship was moored alongside a docking area by the Convention Center, and an outgoing Great Laker cargo ship began departing the harbor. As it slid by, it fairly dwarfed the tall ship. “Is that a tall ship, too, Grampa?” my grandson asked. “No, that is a big cargo freighter,” I said. “It looks tall to me,” he said. “Yes, it is tall.”
“So, it is a tall ship?” “No.” “Is it old?”
“Not as old as this tall ship,” I said, pointing to the fine old “Niagara.” I was lost in my moment, and he was lost in his discovery. I was seeing the event moment, and he was seeing the entire world in front of him; to him, all things in the harbor had the same interest and the same value, he was depending on us to help separate the worthwhile from the worthless, or to say even if anything was worthless.
For a moment I was four again; he was showing me the very nature of an artist. Any thing in the view could be a worthwhile subject, a topic, a worthy image, if looked at from a desired viewpoint. Regardless of age or value or size, to a child, all things start out equal. It should be so for an artist as well. Sometimes to understand something, one must look at it from several viewpoints.
It is not “what did I see when I was there?” but, “What did I think I saw?”
Was I looking again at a preconceived notion of what others thought we were seeing? Is the viewpoint cynical because of commercial propaganda about the event? Was I seeing every tall ship from my story books?
Or, did I see the magical moment of the arrival of a great ship with sails unfurled, flags flying, gliding silently past the lighthouse into port beneath gathering clouds, as any great ship should arrive. Click, Click. I took perhaps a hundred photos for reference later.
In the studio as the research photos are laid out, I discovered the ship had come in with no sails up, the the sky was just hazy, thinly clouded and pale blue, the water a deep grey-green with choppy little waves. The most memorable thing was the memory of my grandson asking, “Do all ships look like that?” I was sure the ship had “sailed in,” but it had come in under engine power.
It was his first real ship. Perhaps it was the first real ship I had actually seen, too.
For a brief moment it was as if the mouse lived in the mushroom; for a brief moment it is as if the tall ship is all a ship ever needs to be, sails up and gliding smoothly into safe port before a storm, flags unfurled, waving, arriving to fulfill our best dreams.
END OF THIS STORY
jmc/emc
Shore Leave 24″x36″ acrylic on hardboard and gesso.
StoryDoors 
lovely story and fabulous comments, I love to read your imagination at play. How fabulous to be able to display so many of your pictures to the public I wish I was closer to see them.
Thank you for visiting and commenting, and If you were closer I could also go and hear you sing, I have enjoyed your postings of your singing as well, and your comments about your performance and schooling. I am well and getting ready to paint a new set of illustrations for my children’s book, so have been very distracted and not getting my blogging done in a timely fashion. I have a large art showing going at LeJaques art gallery in Aitkin MN. and that kept me busy framing for almost six weeks.
So now maybe I can get back to blogging!
Nice to hear from you
John
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and as I wander,
I wonder
where the voice
of the beautiful stories
has gone?
painting away
passing each day
in passions bliss
anything better than this
YES ! 🙂
for you to come see us/me
with more of your
beautiful art to see
whether within words
or paints to create
a picture for us to take
deep within our hearts eye
to feel, laugh or cry
so I send
on the wind
a smile
across the miles
to you!
🙂
)0(
Take Care You Matter and are missed very much!
maryrose
Ah thank you so much — a personal poem you write as I wander this night
my tasks have distracted so much that I flounder a bit
I have finally managed to get the art up and showing at the Jaques Art Gallery In Aitkin Minnesota. It took aver seven weeks just to build the frames for the forty two pieces of art. So now I am behind in getting the images posted but hope to actually get started tomorrow.
I do so appreciate that you sent me a message and even noticed I had not been around.
Thank you also for the smile on the wind!
and I wish you great success on your showing..
I hope you put up images of your show for us here
I would like to see 🙂
Take Care…You Matter
Have a wonderful day
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maryrose
(and of course I notice when you aren’t here ( I am waiting for the bluerose and mouse LOLs)
in the blink of a moment
surrounded by contentment
the light came on for me to see
the door in the mushroom beckoning me
as it swung open wide
I was surprised to see what was inside
two paintings hung side by side on the wall
one tall ship, the other one not so tall
the little mouse smiled, oh so proud
for he saw what you did that day with the crowd
he new an artist heart when he crossed your path
he dreamed of giants rising the ships masts
you smiled as you saw he painted the same scene
within that mushroom home, kindred spirits it would seem
meeting to share a smile and reflect on a distant dream
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maryrose
I just knew you would paint a picture of the mouse in his mushroom house
with the same two works of art, just much smaller to fit on his wall 🙂
what a wonderful read of your life in each moment …I loved the thought
of your grandson making you pause to reflect on his questions…
if only all the world took time to do this for a child, we would have magick all the time I think
a great post John…another one to make me smile as I wondered within your words..
Thank you for sharing…
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
excuse the mis-spellings I really should proof read before I click, but I know you won’t mind 🙂
you’re just nice that way!!!! 🙂
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Wow what a wonderful comment, and a poem to describe it all. Yes actually there is a mushroom painting in process and a mouse too! I am not sure I really became an adult until my grandchildren taught me how to be one, and now I want to learn to be a child again!
Thank you for your very encouraging words, and your very fine poem with which you delivered them.
John
You are very Welcome, I always feel like writing more (than I should 🙂 ) when I visit…
as I am on a quick break from gardening, I replied to something you commented on early
on my blog for some reason…
I just knew there would be a mushroom and mouse LOLS…felt it had to Be…
as for being a child again, your art shows you have the innocence and spirit of a child in love with life and has the wisdom of an olde soul, What a great combination !
and Thank you…you have made me smile once again when I needed one…
Take Care…You Matter…
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maryrose
What a lovely story! I think it is wonderful that our imagination can fill in the gaps we want filling subconsciously, our brain’s way of creating a perfect picture! 🙂
Thank you , yes and I wonder now how many memories I have that are actually accurate! Have we all been filling in what we wish as we remember?
Thank you for commenting, reading and liking the post.
It could well be that we all do it most of the time without realising, I think they are ‘rose tinted’ memories, as we can never really go back and check again in most cases, I think we should all enjoy things however we remember them, as long as they are nice of course 🙂
Love the story, I can see the mouse under that mushroom. Your painting is beautiful.
Laurie.
Thank you, It may seem contrived but it is a real story.
Appreciate your reading the post
John
You’re welcome John, I do like your stories and pictures.
Laurie.
Always from the eye (and heart), of the beholder, and what they create from there. You have created something wondrous for me and a small boy. Even a mouse under a mushroom brings a smile of true worth.
Thank you for the share John. I smiled within, I felt the journey, and knew the beauty of what you saw. I wasn’t there, but I could feel it from a true storyteller. Namaste
Thank you for reading and appreciating, it is a true story and not contrived. The very next year a large mushroom did re-appear and I did get a photo. I am going to post it in a soon to be follow up.
John
Oops, sorry John. I did not mean to imply it was just a made up story. I meant that when someone see’s something their ability to capture it and retell it comes from within. Meaning you did just that by expressing yourself to the boy about the sailing ship…and the mouse’s home under the mushroom for me.
I reread what I wrote and it did imply that. My apologies! 🙂 Everything I have read of yours I can always feel the truth of your journey. It has been interesting times, has it not. To see so much…what a journey. Take care, Mark.
Strange these comments, I felt you were complimenting me and yes you were, I was not offended, i was feeling very complimented. thank you for your comments, and heartfelt responses. I just thought maybe some might not know it was a real thing that happened to me, I was self fooled into seeing a door and a light where the mouse lived. It was so strange that my mind took me there.
Thank you for the encouragements.
John
Not fooled, just a beautiful connection to see that John 🙂 Maybe just a knowing from all those childhood stories and adventures that the world tends to wean us off as we grow up. The world would be a lesser place without them, for we are built of them. And I thank you for always sharing, it makes life a happier place to see and feel that others share our journey too. Namaste