Sunday, February 10, 2008

on the road less travelled, I will choose ...


11x14 journal page

This week's contribution to Illustration Friday's challenge "Choose"

..the fork in the road.

I was on the road less travelled when I came upon a sign that read, "Fork in the Road ahead". The road meandered for some time past this sign, I'd say about 1/4 mile or so, when all of a sudden there was a fork in the road.

Now this was no ordinary fork in the road, like you read about...some diverging path. This was a real fork, the kind that would complete your table setting. What do you suppose this meant?

Was this fork a metaphor for something in my life? There it stood firmly planted in the ground with four shiny metal tines, were the tines representing the parts of my life I needed to acknowledge?

What would I see next, a spoon, or a knife? Was this to remind me that I am part of a set? Am I looking to complete myself, would I be made whole? Would finding a spoon feed my soul? Would the knife cut my journey short?

...so many questions on the road less travelled. I am a non-conventional thinker. I will continue on my journey, welcoming change, mixing things up, looking for new interpretations of the old . I will relish the opportunity to take more chances, for the only regrets in life we have, are the chances we never took.

I leave you with Robert Frost's poem c.1920

ROAD LESS TRAVELED

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet, knowing how way leads onto way
I doubted if I should ever come back

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence
Two roads diverged in a wood
And I took the one less traveled by
And that has made all the difference

Happy Trails!

Thank-you one and all :
for your visits,
for your kind words,
for making me laugh,
for making me smile,
for making me cry,
for making me think, for this I am grateful.

My other blogspot: "The Way I See It"

24 comments:

  1. This is magnificent!!!!! I had to enlarge it to soak it all in....it's amazing!!

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  2. This is beautiful, that a favorite poem of mine too. thanks for sharing it.

    Kate

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  3. This is a stunning piece.... seems you took the right fork!

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  4. I love everything about this. Great visual, wonderful choice of poem!

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  5. Very nicely done, I enlarged it to have a better look and appreciated it even more. It's having the ideas that counts and then being able to execute them.

    To answer your question, I left Sonoma in January 1994 and went to the Netherlands then. When were you in Napa?

    Also, you didn't answer my question on the previous post yet. I am waiting to her from you about that.

    Here's to all artistic endeavors, may they be many and glorious!

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  6. Thanks all for your kind words.

    Irene- I'm in for the equal opportunity thievery.

    I was in Napa '88-'96 imagine we may have crossed paths. I was a hospice caregiver in Sonoma while I lived in Napa and worked at Domaine Chandon Winery for 9 years. Loved it there.

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  7. Wow, I love, love this piece. I think that I say wow everytime I come to your blog and see your amazing art. Thank you for beautiful artwork, the beautiful poem and for reminding me that there's always another road...

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  8. Simply beautiful piece - art and sentiment. Just loaded with intellect and grace. Very very very (how many very's!) good. Grounded. Thanks.

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  9. And thank you for writing this beautiful post, and including this poem. I haven't seen it for years, and today is a good day to experience it again.

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  10. Horrible tag sale, get the to a typo stand; I do apologize. At least you like books and like to spell.

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  11. Thank you!
    Thank you for being you
    Thank you for your laughter, your wit, your sincerity, and generosity of spirit
    Thank you for your artistic vision...but most of all, thank you for coming into our bloglife!

    Always loved that poem! Great choice :)

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  13. Persistance pays off! Aparently the internet gremlins will let me comment on your blog today!

    Love this diary page. Your trees and colours are very beautiful and I think they are not only a good illustration of the poem but the IF theme as well! s(That means double points for you!)

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  14. How very interesting! So much texture!

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  15. What a wonderful juxtaposition -- this poem (which I love) with your work which is incredible. Your talent oozes!!

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  16. I have come by to have another look and read the Frost poem one more time. You are good and so was Frost.

    Damn, there is so much talent in this world. It boggles the mind. Everywhere I go, I see beauty and innovative art.

    Oh, I am going to see if I can have that slide show thing on my blog as well.

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  17. That is a beautiful illustration, and fits so well with the poem. Thank you for sharing it!

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  18. I love the colors in this spread. The poem is a special one for me, as it was read at my wedding to my husband and I.

    Happy Valentine's Day.

    Susan

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  19. Andrea, I just read your comment on John's post. It was splendid and I think we have the same sense of delirious humor. When I am grinning very broadly, I know that I'm in very good company!

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  20. this is a masterful piece...so insightful...hugs, r

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  21. lovely reading this post...beautiful!

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  22. Absolutely stunning! I love everything about this. Beautifully done!

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