hot
September 27th: it’s hot outside. All summer we had cool weather. Rain. And now, the crowd has gone. The lake is a mirror of calm. And it’s just me, swimming. I feel like I’m in heaven. My sister, Julie, who lives in Virginia, once said: “It’s not summer til you can’t move.” It’s not summer […]
kamikaze cloud
I don’t know why but that cloud looks to me like it’s moving headlong into the mountain. Whump! No really, it’s a sweet fluffy cloud. Not like some thoughts that can run around with such abandon. “Listen to me!” “Listen to me!” Listen to me!” Then evening comes. It’s quiet and I look out at […]
no apologies, but otherwise …
I’m starting a new piece. Large. I just let the gallery in DC know that I’d take them up on their invitation to hang another work on their 30 foot wall next spring. And I’m just hatching my idea. Every time I take a moment, images are morphing in my mind: when I’m running, when […]
staying back
It’s a calm day. Beautiful. Warm even, after a summer when it’s been much cooler than usual. It’s a day to go out, be on the water, in the water, relaxing. Or to do art, uninterrupted. I think back on one of my mother’s favorite stories about her grandfather. It would be a day such […]
water rising
A lot of what I’ve heard about in the last while is the oncoming hurricane. My dear friend, Kristin has been here. Her home is in southwest Florida. Water. Rising water. And here I am dyeing fabric and what I want is … water. The feel of water. The sense of being wet . That […]
show me the way
Show me the way! Guide me down the path! Otis is waiting. He’s very clear that he’s ready to go and that I am to take him out. I lead him. I know the way. In fact, several days ago, I took him on a walk with my friend. I love steep, but she was […]
now
It’s green out still. Muggy. It reminds me of Virginia, my childhood. Where it wasn’t really summer until you couldn’t move. That was summer. Humid. Hot. Slow. I loved it then: running barefoot til your feet were tough. And playing endlessly in the huge sand pile. Whole worlds would be created. Come alive. In the […]
eclipse
BEFORE AFTER In between: Bedlam. Change is not an aspect of the matrix but the matrix itself. It is because nothing is permanent that we are not separated from anything… ~Sallie Tisdale I LOVE that. Here we are on the brink of an eclipse. Change. Looking at something sooooo far away. And it’s not separate. And […]
on and on and on
On and On and ON and On the Water… How we want to spend our summers: lying down on the tippy bow of the fast-moving sailboat, looking into the depths of the ocean as the water splits open under you: that swirling, shifting, swooping wetness, every so often sparkling with a shaft of sun. That’s […]
your path
I was reading this Sallie Tisdale essay about writing and teaching writing and I quote it here with the idea that the same, THE SAME thoughts can go to art: A recent textbook says: “For your writing to improve, you must learn to read like a writer”. I believe it would be better to write […]