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It’s green out still. Muggy. It reminds me of Virginia, my childhood. Where it wasn’t really summer until you couldn’t move. That was summer. Humid. Hot. Slow. I loved it then: running barefoot til your feet were tough. And playing…

eclipse

BEFORE AFTER In between: Bedlam. Change is not an aspect of the matrix but the matrix itself. It is because nothing is permanent that we are not separated from anything… ~Sallie Tisdale I LOVE that. Here we are on the brink…

on and on and on

On and On and ON and On the Water… How we want to spend our summers: lying down on the tippy bow of the fast-moving sailboat, looking into the depths of the ocean as the water splits open under you:…

your path

I was reading this Sallie Tisdale essay about writing and teaching writing and I quote it here with the idea that the same, THE SAME thoughts can go to art: A recent textbook says: “For your writing to improve, you…

the light

When I started this piece, my intention was to work with dark and light. I’d done the rich color: now, I thought, how about an absence of color…? I thought I’d put 1/2 light next to 1/2 dark. But the…

what doesn’t get done

I’m not showing you the whole garden. I’m showing you one peach because all around it looks to me like A MESS. The plants just keep growing. And blooming. I’ve had peas since July 1 and they are STILL coming.…

aaaaaaahhh

aaaahh. This is the life. Quiet. Sun. A good book. And yet? This moment follows the day Ariella and I drove 11 hours back from Toronto (thanks to a 2 hour wait on the border). And, in a short while,…

the other end of the

All winter long I had time alone. Lots and lots of time alone. Good for art. And for dreaming about summer. Summer full of friends and family. Full of people. And yes, here I have it. I have that summer…

those trees

Those trees I saw in Maine. They aren’t like the ones here in New Hampshire near me. They are old and covered in grey crinkly lichens. And they have ancient dead limbs climbing horizontally up to the living green above.…

ying in the yang

When I came back from DC, I was sure I was ready to move on to the next phase in this evolution of my silk creations. But no. That was before I picked up my frames from the framer and…