The Painted Garden: Recent Episodes
Kimberly Trowbridge
This is a podcast about Color Theory and the Creative Life with Seattle Artist Kimberly Trowbridge, at her Top Hat Studio.
Kimberly sits in her Top Hat Garden in the Rain with you. Arthur Miller on Tragedy. Some characters in the Garden.
Kimberly brings listeners into the intimacy of a Rune Reading: The Gateway & The Unknowable.
May Sarton's letter to Virginia Woolf, January 1939. Thinking of Spring in January. Poetry as a way of Seeing. Rilke. Teaching Creativity. Lessons for the Studio: Ritual; Leap of Faith.
What is a Color Practice? A Language for Color. Robert Hass' poem "Weed." Mary Oliver's poem "Wild Geese."
Smokebushed. From Wallace Stevens' "It Must Be Abstract": Structures in a Mist. The Liminal. Harmony. Matisse. Mary Oliver's "The Old Poet's of China."
The Smokebush Magic, Mentorship, The Creative Process, Project "Rules," Wallace Stevens' "It Must Be Abstract" Part VII.
Kimberly discusses her Backyard Fence, Keats' "Negative Capability," Persephone, and Emily Wells' new album "In the Dark Moving."
Backyard Pleasure Garden, Stanley Kunitz's "The Round," and Mary Oliver's "The Messenger."
Kimberly talks about the Intro Track, Louise Glück's poem "Telescope," the Relationship Between Painting and Gardening, and the Structure of the Color Wheel.
Matisse and the "difference between things."
Georgio O'Keeffe and the AND factor.
Rebecca Solnit's "Paradise in Hell"
Lewis Hyde's "Trickster Makes this World"
Top Hat Garden Update!
Kimberly kicks-off her new podcast with an intro, a description of what's happening in the garden now, and a reading and discussion of Richard Wilbur's poem "The Beautiful Changes."
The Beautiful Changes
BY RICHARD WILBUR
One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides
The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies
On water; it glides
So from the walker, it turns
Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you
Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.
The beautiful changes as a forest is changed
By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it;
As a mantis, arranged
On a green leaf, grows
Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves
Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.
Your hands hold roses always in a way that says
They are not only yours; the beautiful changes
In such kind ways,
Wishing ever to sunder
Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose
For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.
Richard Wilbur, “The Beautiful Changes” from Collected Poems 1943-2004. Copyright © 2004 by Richard Wilbur. Reprinted with the permission of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, Inc. This material may not be reproduced in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher.
Source: Collected Poems 1943-2004 (2004)