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starting in on “dark hearts” It’s September. It’s after Labor Day. The BIG SUMMER has ended. I thought to myself: “Now I can re-enter my internet world”. As if it was a world of its own. No. The internet is…

I was intrigued by a passage in Gombrich’s book in which he was writing about seeing. He mentioned that a person who gains sight later in life has to learn to see. But even those of us who can see…

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…

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…

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…

GREEN! So much rain. So much green. (see that kind of stalk of a tree mid-distance? My mother, no longer alive, told me its name and I didn’t retain it. It’s a relic of the dinosaur times, with a triangular…

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…

…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…

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…

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.…