
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…

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…

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…

Not much happening here. The fun, it came. Now, quiet again. Friends, family, dogs, food, music, laughing. This group, each year slightly shifts. But it’s core is revisited year in year out. To get together and give thanks. Amongst those…

I look across the lake this morning and see: No Mountains! I could be…in Saskatchewan. Or Siberia. I could be… Choices. Here’s one for you: Know that if you didn’t choose to be and artist – You would have certainly…

I’m in the midst of this process that looks like it’s going nowhere. No product yet. I’m doing experimenting or, perhaps, skill building. My plan it to use cut silk shapes in the final piece. At this point I’m determining…

We got some snow yesterday. White on the trees and then… not. The relatively warm lake water causes melting along its borders, underlining the bright dusting above. Warm and cool: delineation. What a literal example of it! But really, isn’t…

Here comes the cold weather. Like a donkey with its heels dug in, I’m saying, “Noooooo!”. But then, when it was unseasonably warm before this, it seemed odd. Not right. Disturbing. So, I can’t have it both ways. I love…

I continue to be surprised when I read, Ross King’s book, Mad Enchantment, about Monet. What I find is this wonderful narration of discovery. And it intrigues me to read about how an artist finds their way. To roughly share my…

Minus the dock… still not quite Monet. The fall colors are just about gone, and yet they still shimmer through the early morning mist. Apparently, Monet’s eyesight was very bad in his later years. So much time outside in the…

Peaches. Her name is Peaches. Well, if you want the long version: Peaches en Regalia (thank you Frank Zappa – via Martin). And she is… a distraction. If she didn’t already merit the attention she receives by how much she…