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Wednesday, March 18, 2009


The Flute Player

You have gone to
the best film school
studied with the most
prestigious writers,
painters or dancers.
You didn't cut any corners
you stayed up many a night
to practice and fine tune.

You have been waiting
for your big break
your hopes are hanging
by a thread
your motivation dwindled
after many doors slammed shut
thinking about a retail job
to pay the rent.

Yet you never give up
on your wild dream
no matter how dark the night
how cold the wind
when you play your flute
they will come.

They will hear
your melodies soar
by the dim light
of a street corner lantern
They will gather
straining to hear the next
piece of artistry
you have been dreaming up
for you knew
once it would be your turn.

Not exactly a scribble, but a few days ago, I saw that something had fallen off my painting desk, and it was stuck in between the desk and the wall. I asked my hubby to retrieve it, since my old desk weighs a ton. I had forgotten where this small painting had "gone", but its story came immediately back to me. The colors on the actual painting are not as bright as they appear here.

It's a story about dreams. A small 9 x 12 inch oil about a dream I once had of an artist who had oodles of talent. He had the dream that Joseph had, that once his brothers would honor him.
In his real life it was also his "brothers", the people he was daily with, who threw him in the pit.
It was in that time that I had reconnected with him.

Then I had a dream about him. I painted it on this small canvas.
In the dream he was wandering through the streets of the city. In the evening when he started playing, they would come.
He was standing on the street corner, where the dim light of a lantern would show the passion on his face, the movement of his multicolored coat, and the hat on the ground in front of him.
People seemed to come out of nowhere. They kept coming, hurriedly on the narrow cobblestone streets of the old city, and crowds would form to listen to his music.

If he would play his flute, I related to him, they would drink in his melodies. Playing the flute is a metaphor for pursuing and living out his dreams.
When they would finally go home after midnight, their soul would be full of the place he had taken them with his dreams.
They would begin to dream the same dreams. And the time would come that they would stand on a dimly lit street corner to play their heart out.

This dream gave this "flute player" courage to pursue his dreams, even though his "brothers" had abandoned him in their short sightedness.
Standing on a dimly lit street corner may give more credibility to the courage to live out one's big dream, than being supported by a wealthy or well known patron or play in a beautiful concert hall.


SAPhotographs (Joan) said...

Hello Jeanette. You have been kind of quiet this week. Are you okay?

This is quite a concept. I very rarely dream abd if I do, mostly do not remember it in the morning.

jeannette stgermain said...

For my job I do dream interpretation. But in this case, I got a dream myself :).
You are a very perceptive person - I may go to your blog in the coming days and explain a bit, so you can delete my comment after you read it.

DUTA said...

'The Flute Player' reminds me of the most famous pan flute player of our times, Gheorghe Zamfir.The story goes that he actually wanted to study the accordion but there was no room in the class, and so the 14 year old pupil was almost forced to move over to the pan flute class. And so, the world has gained the musical masterpiece known as "The Lonely Shepherd".

SAPhotographs (Joan) said...

You can always e-mail me if you like.

Gary Rith Pottery Blog said...

It was like a little treasure buried waiting for you to find again, wasn't it?

Dreamers Dream said...

this is really nice.
i love how the word 'dream' is so common in every sentence.
That word just makes me want to jump out of my seat and stretch out haha.
this is beautiful-
the flute is one of my favorite instruments even though i dont have a clue how to play it-

Jeannette St.G. said...

that is such an inspiring story! Now I have to look for his music. You made me really curious!

jeannette stgermain said...

Yes, exactly. One of my friends said that his artwork becomes his children. So then he doesn't want to sell it, and jacks up the price really high. I found a solution for that - I bought a really good printer :)

jeannette stgermain said...

Your blog is so poetic...and honest. A few more years, than you can take a little job and earn your own ticket, and go back. That will be your dream to live for! Glad you found me!

jeannette stgermain said...

Can't believe that I lost another of your comments! Trying to downsixe my right column, maybe that will help?

NCmountainwoman said...

Lovely picture and wonderful story. I'm glad I came across your blog.

SAPhotographs (Joan) said...

I wonder which one it was Jeanette? The last one I made was with my e-mail address and I do see it above.

jeannette stgermain said...

just was on your blog - you tell a story in a different way than I do - with pics -they are great!

jeannette stgermain said...

the part of the comment that I saw was about you asking why I was up so late - or something like that?
Hope there's not a hacker around, because I have to sign in now every time i put the computer on - that hasn't happened in a few months - I better send my son a message and ask him (he's a computer geek)

Rosie said...

I've really enjoyed this post, Jeanette, wonderful - thankyou. It reminds me of an image I had in my mind of a busker standing on the ancient cobbles of a street in York (UK) I wrote a poem about it and about his hopes and dreams of fame and fortune for a class I was doing at the time - I wonder what ever happened to it?

A Cuban In London said...

This is such a beautiful painting. It's tender, that's the only word I can come up with.

Many thanks.

Greetings from London.

Shellmo said...

A beautiful painting and the words reminds me of all the hopes and dreams we all have in this world.

jeannette stgermain said...

Went to your blog again to connect with your views. My strength is is not in writing, but images. If I can reach the heart by expressing the subject in a non-threatening way, I will. Everyone has dreams. In many cases bringing to the surface what might mbe too difficult to face when awake. You fight for prisoners of steel bars and world views. I fight the ones who are imprisoned by their own mind. Have a good (rest of the) week!

jeannette stgermain said...

Thank you, you are always sos kind. Hmm, can you make another poem about the busker, or...turn your house upside down to find the poem (I have done that several times LOL)? I knew that there was a creative streak in you!

jeannette stgermain said...

Am glad you have at least one dream fulfilled! It looks like more than a cabin you live in :) Thank you for visiting me and hope you'll return many times!

Bestemor Aud said...

Thank you for visiting my blog! Very interresting and talented blog you have here.
Liked specially your poem and painting of the Flute Player. My grownup daughter (firstborn) is also an artist. She has a 3 years education in art here in Norway. She has put some of her works (including photo manipulation) on Flickr. Her adress is:
I'll put you on my blog list!

Ken Mac said...

thanks for the visit!

Ken Mac said...

thanks for the visit!

jeannette stgermain said...

Hello Ken Mac,
you're welcome - I love your blog - it's very engaging (which may be 'cause you're a journalist) - a friend who has the same occup. in the UK is the same way - he always gets me to respond!! - maybe I should learn this skill :)

Denise said...

How I love to come to your blog and catch up. This post is wonderful.

jeannette stgermain said...

Thank you Denise. The events surrounding this little painting is a treasure to me. Thanks for visiting!