“All you need is love.”

- John Lennon

My birth color is Lion – Pantone 17-1330.

Unusual. Complex. Innovative.

What’s yours?

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The electrified wind controller
Makes unusual sounds.
Nothing like the sax that came before.

Loud!
Amplified to ensure that
My brain and the next will not
Forget this sound!

Now, the piano, too, joins in with the
Electrified sound: funky electric piano-
Zany-funkified-twisted sounds envelope
The room and penetrate walls.

Taking jazz to the streets.

Jim Ridl With Spatial Edition “LOUD”

Sultry: you enmesh the fluid line
With the voicings unabashed.
Combined: they melt the walls
Around my heart that — times before –
I thought were permanent and solid.

Now, open to the melodious flux,
Ears and eyes drink in the sweet
Honey of wafting sounds and
Impulsive interplay.

I will not tap my feet.
Though the rhythms and melodies you play
Conger up kicking off shoes and
Dancing barefoot in the grass,
I will not tap my feet.

Though my heart beats faster at the
Melodic buildup — as horn and keys
Latch together in the repetition of a theme,
Calling my heart and toes to a
Dance of thrill and amazement –
But no, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet, nor
Nod my head; though everything
In me is crying out for some kind of movement
To occur!
No, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet
When the guitar and sax drop out
To let bass and drums chase percussively
After each other in a playful, astoundingly
Structureless cadenza, filled with
Impulsive demands.
Even then, I will not tap my feet.

I will not tap my feet.
Though the pianist has spontaneously
Created a bit of magical funk
That was never previously inserted
In this “standard” of jazz stalwarts.
No, I will not tap my feet.

What’s this!
Did my head just nod a bit?
Unbidden, I can barely restrain myself
From rising straight to the dance floor,
For now, the whole ensemble is returning
To the original theme by some inaudible
Twist of jive and thrive.

Oh yes, I cannot just tap my feet:
I must move my head and spine and arms entwine,
Must move my torso, and more so
My feet.

This has been an amazing summer for me.   I’ve barely left home.  And I have developed what for me is almost like a routine.  Emails in the morning.  Sit outside, eat lunch, and read a little.  Work in the garden.  Work in the studio.  Work in the garden a bit more if there is still light in the sky.  Make a basket or a bracelet.  Cook dinner with lots of wonderful things from the garden.  Watch a movie.  Sleep.

A very simple, magical summer!

Tonight is the opening at ESU.  Finally!

Then on to the Jazz Festival!  Come see this and other drawings there!  And of course, Anita’s fabulous jewelry, Marci’s great photos, Stan’s inspirational music, lots of mandalas, and more…

Back home at the end of September to establish another routine.  Onward!  Upward?  Let’s hope so!

Bow caresses strings just so.
Responsive, they begin instantly to sing.
At first, it is the ears that listen.
Soon, only the heart needs to hear.

~ by Stan Stewart
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Today is the day! Come to Art on Main & PoconoArts Squared in Downtown Stroudsburg.

Visit our booth near the ArtSpace Gallery on 7th Street to see our new creations from 2 – 8 p.m.

AND

Join Stan as he jams from 6 – 8 p.m. on the corner of 7th & Main Street!

Hope to see you there!

…..loves Mandala Design Works!

If he can get out of lotus position and catch a ride to Main St. in Stroudsburg this Saturday from 3pm-8pm for Art on Main, he says he promises to see you all there!

You wouldn’t want to miss him, would you? Plus there will be great handmade art with heart and Stan singing LIVE!

Too far away? Shop from home at www.MandalaDesignWorks.com

Wind whistles trees,
Caverns, Trestles,
And houses along
Its way.

It carries its part well.
It knows it by heart
Or improvises;
Carefree and winsome.

Yes, I do think
The wind makes up
Its song as it goes
Along.

Not too many variations
To my ear, at least.
And yet never boring.

Drifting in and out,
Wind wafts
To the rhythm of
Its own creation.

Making an ensemble
Of itself.
A symphony for
It’s own delight.

~ by Stan Stewart

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