all fall down
My wall fell down! The plow pushed the snow. And the frozen snow pushed the wall over. It’s not held with any fill. The wall is just the art of the stone wall builder. Truly an art. He’ll come over and jigsaw puzzle it back into place. Some time when the snow melts. Right now:it’s […]
addiction
Running for me is like crack. It feels so good, it’s addictive. It’s something I love, I crave. I get hooked on it. Some people love to travel through the skies, overseas. My travel: the open road. Human speed. Out there, feeling the wind, the sun, the trees, the sky. And my breath. Breathing hard. […]
first bloom
Can you see it? Can you spot that white bloom? The crocus??? It sits at the foot of a four foot mound of snow. Melting snow. Outside feels so warm all of a sudden. But a bloom? After last week’s cold? Snow? Yay for spring, is what I say. May it slide right into summer. […]
pruning
Can you see all those little branches at the top of the tree going all “sproingy”, jumping up straight towards the sky? And can you sort of see how this poor tree has been massacred by my too-dull cutting sheers? And that what look like “sproingy” things are really trees in the distance? Well, that’s […]
more advice
(i cloud, you cloud, water cloud…) Certain advice just has a way of staying with you. You recognize it: “Yes. TRUTH.” Never to be forgotten. Well, ideally. As in the pity party (you recall?). So, this next piece of advice came during that same time period. I had now moved into the house that needed […]
interrupted
Whenever I get interrupted, my first response is, “Oh no!” But inevitably, I’m glad afterwards. And I never can guess why. When I was hanging my show in DC, there was a fire in the building. “RONK RONK RONK” – that penetrating sound. I think: “Is this a joke?” No. We all, all in this […]
words
… we put things in words and don’t much notice how they have altered that bit of the world for us forever. (Susan Rethorst, A Choreographic Mind). Susan Rethorst is talking about dance. But she could as well have been referring to art. I used to have a piece of art that said: “Art is for […]
show’s up!
Title of show: 13.8 Billion Years Ago 13.8 billion years ago was the Big Bang. So much time has passed and we are as restless as ever. We may seek calm, but, as the Buddhists say, “our wild horse mind” still runs away with many of us: Stimson Gallery, DC. Until mid July.
full reaction mode
Do you know how, every once in a while, something catches you, really catches you sideways/unexpectedly, and you react? Just react! You are in full reaction mode. Gotcha. Well, this happened yesterday and it caught me off-guard. I was so surprised, I didn’t say anything at the time. I just witnessed the conversation and witnessed […]
freedom through “I”
(lotta ice, lotta snow, lotta wind) I, that is, “I”, want to follow up on that discussion of the first person that excited me so much in reading Zadie Smith. I think of my dear friend, Leigh, when I write this, because she mentions over and over that what she wants to offer, through her […]
