the zoomies
I live in a beautiful area. And there is no one around. No one. I take Peaches out to a mountain trail and I make a trail in the deep snow. The next day – only our footsteps still. Peaches was NOT impressed. She recalled yesterday when we slogged along, each step was work – […]
community
9 AM photo. Twice shoveled already – the wind is just blowing that snow across the walls and onto the stairs. A-a-a-a-h winter. As I read in D. G. Haskell’s “The Songs of Trees” : The smallest viable genetic unit of microbial life in the ocean is the networked community. This arrangement is efficient, allowing each […]
little things/big things
I took this photo earlier in the day. Peaches looks so innocent here. And she is. She just needs to go outside now and again. It can seem like now and now. And again and again. Do you hear a hint of self-pity in there? So it’s pitch black dark out tonight and getting colder […]
an aside
I have a ridiculous story to tell. I don’t know if you’ve been noticing this ongoing saga of my not wonderful health humming in the background… I’ve been dealing with it since the weather turned cold. That’s a clue. I did kind of run myself into the ground. No question. But I seemed to NOT […]
before
Water. No ice. No snow. It’s before all that. It’s the blank canvas. I’m reading a book now on Christianity. I know – I’m surprised too. I see myself more likely reading Buddhism, maybe something from the Koran to understand that better, or … perhaps the spiritual in art. But I was raised Christian. I […]
true?
I made a mistake when I was cutting out this horse shape yesterday. I proceeded to throw it away. In the night, it occurred to me that it might not be “good”, but it could possibly be true. Such a key distinction. Not good or bad, but true or not. That idea has repercussions through […]
not art again …
Poor pup has to hang out on the bear. Nothing more to do when there’s art being created. Oh well. I can feel my energy slowly coming back. I am re-entering the art making – not just the art dreaming. And it feels good to me, if not my pup. Meantime, I was thinking about […]
receiving light
Four o’clock in the afternoon. This must be December. The light – there’s not much of it at this time of year. Thank goodness for lightbulbs. In the book on Walter Hopps, he is ruminating on why the light bulb as subject matter comes up so frequently in modern art and realized that – since […]
do two things at once?
I straight out admit, I was not born for the digital age. I am not good at doing two things at once. When I travel, I do not blog. I leave home, come back and remember – oh yeah, I have a computer! I was made embarrassingly aware of my one-track-mindedness when I was doing […]
greatest accomplishment
Okay, so I’m having fun. When I use scissors to “draw”, I am guaranteed that it’s going to be way off. And that just seems to be exactly what I want. Exactly inexact. Yes. As I’ve mentioned, I’m having such a good time reading about the curator, Walter Hopps. I love that he was deep […]
