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Question Exchange with Fellow Creative, Part 5
digestif after yoga class, the poet-artist gives her frienda ride home and her friend says, wanna join me for lunch?sure!, she says, and they pokearound and cobble togetherwhat they decide to upgrade to a “luncheon,” findinga little of this and a little of that to fill the rolesof appetizer (tortilla chips), soup (tomato juice), salad (celery sticks), main course Continue reading
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Now What?
december 3predawn, -4°C wind chill, first dusting of snow of the season. usually working with invisible ink,neighborhood night artists recognize a gift in a blink, rushing to use the season’s first dusting of snow at three a.m. to create a pop-up show: a rabbit works in tidy morse code, quickly tampinga precise diagonal streak of Continue reading
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The Grocery Store and the Church Fair
december 6evening, biting cold wind. tonight, grief is the canned soup sectionof the grocery store.she is happy to beout of the cold, happyfor good lighting and even footing, but whenshe notices a can of progresso minestrone on the shelfshe trips on an unexpected patch of loss,her eyes filling with the quickprick of tears even as Continue reading
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This Her Hymn
november 6430a, furnace just waking up. a mid-autumn morning’s waking begins,this mid-autumn morning’s waking,today’s waking. before she moves at allbefore auto-pilot kicks in with its robotic mindlessnessbefore reflexively jumping into go go go,instead,today,she chooseswakeful stillness first.here i am, she notices from withinand offers a silent prayer:slow. deep. quiet. in everything i do. instead of grinding Continue reading
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All Sweetly Satisfying
december 3evening, cloudy, 0°C. throughout the day, fixing this and repairing that with pleasure and success,cleaning up shattered glass and spilled shallot vinaigrettefrom the kitchen floor,removing blueberry stains from a cloth napkin,duct-taping a disintegrating book binding,replacing the battery in my hiking headlamp,all sweetly satisfying.now someone’s ripped a holein the cotton fabric of the clouds—or maybe Continue reading
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Question Exchange with Fellow Creative, Part 3
piatto principale the main course of creating,according to my poet/artist friend’s way of thinking,is not a particular meal or dish but, instead,an actual course—a flow, a pathway, a series of illuminatingmoments, an alchemy, a transcendence,a transformation, a lived experience highlysensory and immediate,a space outside of time and place,a threshold consciousnesswith which she becomes one,inhabiting it Continue reading
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Experimental Escapades
december 2predawn, low sky of clouds, -3°C. i start out on the poëmof my prEdawn ^walkfeet tap-ping-the-type-wri-ter-keys-of-each-step i usually walk ] [ alonedo my own editingbut,, today,, e.e. cummings{joins me} co-optsthe white flag! of a deer’sraised tailas an exclamation pointthe—passing—headlightsof a vehicle as em dashesthe cottontails … of … rabbitsas … ellipsesthe lights on the Continue reading
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Question Exchange with Fellow Creative, Part 2
soup and salad gotta say, i never tire of watching my friend who writespoems and makes art.here she is in soup-and-salad mode in her creative space, no recipe i can see, no mise en place.she just grabs whatever mightserve her rough “plan” and begins with a turn of phrase, then maybe a simile. if she can’t find a word she Continue reading
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Auld Lang Syne
===== Notes about poem and art:For years now, maybe as many as ten?, I’ve created a wall calendar that showcases my art. This year, the January page is unusual in two regards. First, I included a poem I wrote. Second, the featured art depicts a painting start that has long since gone under additional layers Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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