problems to solve

This summer I’ve been slowly digesting Gombrich’s The Story of Art. I had my fair share of art history in the classroom. But even the most inspired teachers had not got me as excited to the extent this book has…

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the underworld

For a couple of wonderful years, I was part of an online art group. Once a week we would talk. Between, I blogged. I was “above ground”. Seen. Communicating. Out in the world. And I loved it. This summer, we…

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August 13

August 13. How did that happen? With lots and lots of away-from-the-computer time is how. With lots of time in the woods and water and boat with the dog is how. With lots of great people time is how. With…

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Suuuuuuummmmer

Could Peaches be any closer to that fan??? It’s hot. It’s suuuuummmmer. Amanda was asking me yesterday where my horse art was – (she’s only seen me knitting in the last few days – wool no less). I told her…

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all about the hands

…technology is taking over so many aspects of our lives that I think there’s a need for a small tribe of makers to keep up the low-tech and the hand-made. Man-made… always catches my attention. Direct traces of people’s hands…

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memory

The raspberries are coming ripe. So good. So few. When I was making my first decisions about this garden, years ago, there was an abundance of raspberries. They were so happy they wanted to take over the whole area. I…

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80 percent

80 percent: how good my inner ear is now. That’s what my dear acupuncturist told me. I’ve gotten so accustomed to this not-quite- centered feeling that I didn’t know how to answer when she initially asked how I was doing.…

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no dyeing today

It’s been a while. I stretched the silk on the frame, all ready to dye the strips that would “frame” those horses – finally finish the piece. But then… I was up in the garden, pushing more beet seeds into…

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floating

(heron flying away) When I was a child, I had recurring dreams of falling. I’d fall off a cliff. And then float. I might be scared to fall, but then once I was in the air, I was at ease.…

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