"Paper Roses" by Millie Donovan

May your DREAMS be pleasant and your WISHES come true

on the Eve of 2011!

Happiest of New Years to all my loving friends.

Dear God...I can't stop, I am always dreaming.

But the dream turns into a nightmare,

Images of what can't be,

Images of what is just out of reach.

The dream is always beautiful,

Gilded, resplendent,

A hope that is hopeless,

A love—loveless,

Craving, yearning but never satiated.

Content but not complacent.

As I wander through the poppy fields,

My feet are sinking,

The earth is soft beneath the fragrant flowers.

I fall and am swallowed.

Dew drops fall on my face,

Sparkling like precious stones,

Cold, wet, smelling of tea and peppermint and sweat.

My life is not my own.

At the moment when I awaken,

The colors fade,

The night is dark and charcoal gray,

Only the embers fight against the cold,

Weakly glowing in the grate of the fireplace,

But I can still smell tea and peppermint,

I can still taste the want, I can still feel...

I shiver as cold hands run down my spine—A ghost's caress,

Haunted by the back of his head as he leaves me behind.

The dark holds me in place,

Without it my world would fall apart.

I fight against the drowsiness but eventually I sleep,

Once again only to dream of a life unclaimed,

A colorful world of black and white,

Where you and I fit together like pieces in a puzzle,

Pieces long lost that have found each other,

Making everything just right...

Just right until the dawn comes and life moves on.

We stumble through this earth

Barely feeling the ground beneath our feet,

Barely noticing the clouds around our ears,

Waiting in line like good citizens,

Paying tribute to the everyday.

We are blind to the flowers growing in our gardens,

We cannot feel the air rushing past,

We hurry to our next stop, our next appointment,

We dream of our next life.

Who will we BECOME?

Who will we LOVE?

Who will let us BE?

We climb endless stairs and as we walk in circles,

We hope that our paths will cross.

For just that moment, we can dream with our eyes open.

The world of flesh and bone welcomes us and we smile,

We smile at the little boy who hands his friend a paper rose.

My Favorite Things...2010

As the New Year approaches it is time to look back and take inventory of the moments that have shaped my current existence. So here is a list of 2010's favorite things:

Painting LARGE • Filling the Gallery • Birthday Parties • Pierced Ears • Spring Fling • New York Summers • Art in the Windows • HOLDING HANDS • a Worn Leather Journal • the Smell of wet PAINT • Caprice Salad • JUMPING into the Sea • Making Hearts in the Rocks • Italian Namaste • Braces and Missing Front Teeth • Good Tidings, Great Art • a New Furry Friend • the Sunlight on the River • Kisses & HUGS • Pablo Neruda • Painting on a Lovely October Evening • LAUGHTER & Wine • FRIENDS from All Over • Poetry Read Out LOUD • Hearing "I LOVE YOU" • FINDING A PLACE OF MY OWN—Love Life & HOLD ON tight because you never know what might be beyond the bend in the road.

Alone, Together in a Crowded Room...

This is one of my favorite poems. My words, like my paintings, come directly from little moments in my life. They are moments of self-reflection. Opportunities that present themselves when I need to learn something: how to love, how to let go, how to be a good friend. At times, it is easier to accept being alone because we have no one else to worry about. But I think that loneliness is just a symptom of wanting more...wanting to love more, wanting to be more, more than what we are, more than where we are. This momentum shapes us in so many ways and at the end of the journey this want for life is what we will most be proud of.

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Alone, Together in a Crowded Room

I miss you.

I don't know why.

How can you possibly miss someone you see everyday?

How can you possibly miss someone that was never yours?

Shared dreams connect us,

to be someone,

to be with someone,

to belong to each other.

But we are all alone in a crowded room.

Strangers and friends,

lost in the hurt,

lost in the present,

lost in familiar surroundings.

I am the same.

We remain unchanged.

But we are always changing,

always looking to the horizon,

forever in motion,

looking and searching for each other,

but gazing at the moon.

If we look back and remember...

Remember the little moments...

The moments when the world was just right.

We just might turn into pillars of salt.

Salty tears wiped from my eyes,

staining your fingers as you touch my cheek.

Lips hot on my neck.

Did I forget to tell you that you are loved?

Did I remember to listen to you when you said it to me?

The sand hastens to collect.

Time slips away with every sunrise.

But today is a cloudy day and I can only hope

that the clouds hide the loneliness I feel,

how empty I am without you,

a vessel with nothing to hold

(to have and to hold).

I am searching for my purpose.

We are yearning to belong,

to be with someone,

to be someone.

Shared dreams connect us.

But we are alone in a crowded room.

Lights dim, the crowd thins, the night is over,

and all I have to look forward to

is the sunrise on the horizon

and you gazing at the moon.

-- Millie D.

Night Lights at La Feniche, M.Donovan

"Good Tidings, Great Art" hosted by Above Elite Studios

I truly believe that we are better people when we surround ourselves with those that inspire us. This is what "Good Tidings, Great Art" is all about. Above Elite Studios (181 Main Street, Westerly, RI) is hosting it's semi-annual 2-Day Open Studio Celebration on Dec. 10th from 5:30-9 and Dec. 11th from 10-4:00p.m. This is the second time that I am a part of this magical event and the FIRST as a resident studio artist! I am so excited to be a part of a celebration of friendship, art, creativity and community and feel so connected to everyone that participates. At Above Elite Studios we open our doors and invite guest artists working in a variety of media to showcase the work they have so lovingly prepared all year. Most of us have "day" jobs and all the artwork that we have an impulse to create is done in the wee hours of the morning or night, or when babies and/or spouses are asleep, when children are at karate or dance classes, in between laundry, work, school, and family obligations. We diligently chip away at the work that inspires us in hopes of making a connection to others through our work. We plan these open studios with our hearts on our sleeves and invite the very best people in our lives (YOU) to come and participate...to take a peek at our souls gently displayed on our walls and proudly showcased in a beautiful space decorated with twinkly lights and candles. We all listen to music and laugh and enjoy refreshments as we stroll through the old mill building, which I understand, used to be a dance hall for the American Legion at one point. So as we happily prepare for your visit, please be sure to save the dates because YOU are invited and YOU are the last ingredient in what is always an astonishing 2-day celebration. See you by the river and Above Elite!

Good Tidings, Great Art!

a 2-Day Open Studio Celebration

Friday, Dec. 10 5:30p.m.-9:00p.m.

Saturday, Dec. 11. 10:00a.m.-4:00p.m.

Above Elite Studios

(Over Elite Cleaners)

181 Main Street

Westerly, RI 02891

Resident Artists: Laura Gaffke, Millie Donovan & Charles Estabrooks

Guest Artists: Serena Bates, Julianne Eanniello, Kathy Johnson, Sarah Martin, Ian Newbury, Wendy Steele, Lisa Szaro, Susan W. Thomas & Carol Watson

Special Guests: Deans Mill Elementary School Student Artwork

& Lou Manzi and the Childbloom Guitar All-Stars performing on Saturday

Revelation...

‎"I think it is in collaboration that the nature of art is revealed." --Steve Lacy, jazz musician

Laura Gaffke and I recently completed our first collaborative painting. We happily applied the finishing touches during a beautiful autumn evening overlooking a gorgeous blushing sunset on the Mystic river. We were enthusiastic to be a part of the Mystic Art Center's "Art After Dark" event which is a monthly celebration of art, music and friendship. And happier yet that the painting went home with a very generous art enthusiast and friend. A portion of the proceeds go directly back to support the MAC's efforts to promote the arts in our area.

While in the middle of this project, I kept thinking about what inspires us...what inspires me and I remembered a journal entry that was prompted by a class at the MAC led by Laura just that week. Here is my entry:

" I feel most inspired when...

the day is done and I am alone listening to myself,

reliving and recounting the moments passed.

Little moments: a touch, a kiss, a hug.

Big moments: my daughter learning to ride a bike,

school picture day, reading poetry out loud.

Music written and sung by regular people,

people with jobs and kids and bills just trying to

get by, trying to see the world and hear its music.

When I watch an artist think and struggle and then

witness the moment that she realizes that what

she has accomplished is touching and beautiful

because it comes from her soul.

A passionate moment when the brush and canvas

meet like dancers. When the waning sunlight makes

the sky blush and the clouds light up in wonderment.

When the moon looks down and plays witness to the moments...

the little moments that make up the day: a touch, a kiss, a hug."

- Millie Donovan

Because of the Caterpillar...

I'm here because the caterpillar told me so. She showed me that I have spent too much time safe in my cocoon living someone else's dream, being someone else's life. When she emerged as a beautiful butterfly, I was envious so I followed her and found her on a cliff. I can hear the rushing water from the deep turquoise sea below but is it just my rushing thoughts? Why am I here if only to hear myself and nothing else? I can see the beauty carved into the scarred mountain, the ancient village still young and full of life. I can see the only reason she is beautiful is because life has marked her facade. She is not perfect. She is crooked but her imperfection is heaven. I will allow quiet times without the obligation of noise, of show, of pretense. I will allow flow. There is no judgement, there only is. There is life and rock and dirt and noise and stairs and friends and me.

(This is a journal entry made on the first day in Positano, Italy. Photograph and excerpt by Millie Donovan.)

Work-In-Progress

Dear Friends,

I am writing this "letter" to inform you that this is it! I am finally coming out...my name is Millie and I am an artist! Years ago a really close friend of mine told me that in order to live the creative life of an artist, I needed to say that I was. I needed to make a decision and declare it. I needed to introduce myself as an artist and use the word often.

My life is full! I have 2 beautiful children, a handsome and hardworking husband, supportive parents and parents in-law, a healthy relationship with my 2 brothers (both of which are creative/artists in their own way), a house, a dog and lots of lovely friends!!! So why come out now? Well, I have been working diligently for the past several years on surrounding myself with creative energies. In between PTO meetings and taking my children to dance, music and sports activities, I have been chipping away at this "artist thing" and it is finally sticking.

Now is the time to reach out to a tribe of people that are in search of a similar exchange. I hope to continue to ask questions, initiate conversations, learn and look at contemporary work, reflect on my personal inquiries and delve into this life with an open mind and heart.

In the past I have organized events for other creatives and have loved every minute of all of the openings hosted at The Riverside Artists Studio & Gallery. This group of 4 artists worked and invited friends and fellow artists to a beautiful space in the heart of downtown Westerly. We have since moved on from the space but continue to work and explore our chosen mediums. Now I am taking this opportunity to focus on my art and finesse the writing that I have recently found a fascination with. I hope that you participate in and enjoy my journey. I promise that there will be more good times to come!

Love,

Millie Donovan, artist and work-in-progress