the search
I got a text this morning from Marlene: did you find your acorn. Find my acorn??? Godammit, no! I’m not like Peaches who can just find a darn oak nut in a hot minute. For me it’s a lifetime search.…
grey
I woke up tired. Out of sorts. Grey mind. Grey outside. The day started off on a low note. For me, that is. I took Peaches to her woods. Her absolute favorite place. At this time of year, these trails…
soup
The water in this stream moves fast. But it’s been COLD and here are these shards – caught and frozen on the periphery of anything solid. Such detail. This sense of cold, cold winter brought to mind a conversation I…
rubbing elbows
Kari is a new friend here in Bath. We talk, she asks me about my life. And I tell her about whatever progress I’ve made in terms of meeting people here. And it’s been slow. Slow partly because I do…
at core
(snow art) For some reason, I was thinking back on a time in art school when I was slammed. In this situation, we (the group of artists) would have had 6 months to produce work, come back, hang it, an…
mess
Cecilia and I spent time together yesterday. We were busy creating. I was putting things in order – stacking the colors along their poles. And Cecilia was taking it all apart, very quickly. I regret that I don’t have photos…
changing
Warm spell in January. The woods were a little wet today. As in soggy. You set out on a walk. It’s such and such distance. It generally takes a certain amount of time. And energy. And then there are the…
first time
Nika and I took little Cecilia to the dog park today. First time. First time for Cecilia to see so many little pups running around together. She was pointing with her index finger: at one, then another, then another. So…
I tell myself
Day before yesterday, I wrote a blog about an earlier iteration of this piece. Never shoulda done it. I’m not following my own advice. I tell myself: “Never talk about a piece while I’m working on it.” Or at least,…
conundrum
Someone asked me today what I did with my art. Did with my art? When I’m not inside it? It felt like when I get the question: how are you? And I wonder if my answer should be about this…