worlds
Can you make out the orange kite sail that is speeding this skater along? It is seriously cold out there. And windy. He needs to love what he’s doing. But just 10 minutes away, there is this huge pond skating event. There are hundreds of men and women playing and watching ice hockey all day […]
hungry
Peaches is after something. Determined. “I’ll get it!” My dear friend, Robbie, sent me a beautiful book a while ago: Enduring Grace. It’s by Carol Lee Flinders, an author who was already known her as a “food warrior”, writing one of the most well-known vegetarian cookbooks. Introducing this treatise on early Christian women mystics, she […]
choice
(“I choose this chair – not that one you spilled dye on!”) I just got back from a trip to the city – always rejuvenating. Lots of talking, laughing, lots of people. So good. I always like to listen to CDs on the long drive and, on the way home, I heard an idea that […]
abhor
Abhor. That was one of my father’s favorite words. He’d pronounce it with emphasis on many of those long horse back rides we did together. It was at those times that he would unload his negative thoughts. Of which there were many. He did not hold back. In the south at that time, the polite […]
not perfect?
(“Bleah!”) Pouring rain? On ice? On snow? But enough about the weather. Nor being perfect, I mean. Who said it would be. Ever? I remember when I spent a week on this utterly gorgeous mountain top above the Sonoma Valley in California and the weather was… yes… perfect. I thought to myself: I could never […]
what do you want to be?
(a log sitter) I was captured by this excerpt from Jenny Ofill’s novel, Department of Speculation. I can see her four year old little girl in front of me. And I love that child’s wisdom: Someone has given my daughter a doctor’s kit. Carefully, she takes her own temperature, places the pressure cuff around her […]
what do I want to be? (2)
Dun-da-dunnnnnnnn. Footprints. A monster for sure! My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his own umbrella.(from Jenny Offill, Department of Speculation) Here’s to the later-in-life […]
long time
(“I’m waiting…”) Sometimes a couple of lines in a book will make me laugh outright: You agree it will do for meantime. The first thirty six year of meantime just flew by while you were meaning to find (… the solution) from: First Buy a Field, by Rosamund Young. This beautiful book is a gift […]
getting it hung
I’m testing to see if I think the velcro attachments (loosely pinned for first look) will work. I think they do! That means I can attach, and later disattach my silks. I need them to lie flat when transported. Whew! I am so relieved. In fact, so relieved that I spent a ton of time […]
aberration
If you entered the room I’m working in right now, you would go – what happened? It’s – well – not tidy. I’m what you might call “organizationally challenged”. But NOT in my art. I mean the art itself. This piece especially. Oh man, I spent the whole day assembling the most complicated section. I […]
