
chemistry
What else could my art look like? One thought I had was : a pixellated computer drawing. Sort of. All those bits. But then last night I was reading Hope Jahren’s “Lab Girl” when I ran across this passage that…

What else could my art look like? One thought I had was : a pixellated computer drawing. Sort of. All those bits. But then last night I was reading Hope Jahren’s “Lab Girl” when I ran across this passage that…

THUNK! I hear this dull thud as a branch falls on my roof. It’s windy out and the woods are pruning themselves of debris – branches that just aren’t strong enough to withstand the test of this strong a breeze…

I read in the newspaper today that the cherry blossoms are due to bloom, no peak(!), in 11 days in DC this year. That’s DC. And here? Feeling optimistic, I bought seeds for my vegetable garden. I have 4 raised…

Today is one of those days where – if someone asked about the weather – you’d say “nasty” (that’s “nee-asty”). I ask myself: “Why is it that I live in New Hampshire?” Hmmmmm… And then I sit down to do…

What we have here is a study in black and white (mostly). Look closely. Can you see the pooch? He’s in the garden. There’s still “a bit of snow” here. Rumi was loving it: it’s been warm so it’s melted…

You have to admit, this looks a little sad. Daffodils that I bought have wilted. Daffodils in the ground are – well, where is the darn ground? And what happened to the oh-so-white snow? Spring in New England: something to…

Looking out my window, what can I see? Nothing. I wanted to shoot a photo of the fog, but the camera WILL NOT shoot. It won’t take a photo of nothing. It’s refusing: “What do I focus on? There’s nothing.”…

I wish I could claim to be a tidy person. Clean, yes. Tidy, not so much. I call myself “organizationally challenged”. When I’m in the midst of an art project, I don’t even SEE the mess I’m creating around me.…

My mind is not as peaceful as a nun’s might be (as in NYT story to follow). I admit that straight up. The evidence (as if needed?) came when I was reading Gean Mareno’s critique of Ugo Rondinone’s Miami Mountain in the…

Here’s the path up this steep hill (snow always looks flat) of my driveway. It’s been warm so it got icy underfoot and I put ashes down for gripping. But it looks … maybe a little dark? Glum? That describes…