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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
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2025 Holiday Wrap-Up
december 15running errands in the car, carols playing dear pat, remember once at starbucksi told you that when i sing certain hymnsor christmas carols or patriotic songsmy throat closes with emotionand i literally cannot voicethe next notes until i force myself to recover because i don’t want to miss singingthe rest of the song? even Continue reading
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Inching My Way Out of My Zone
november 28predawn, cold and clear. in the grocery store of my neighborhood, a deer in aisle 7.the supermarket is otherwise near empty, full lighting won’t come onfor a while yet, it’s too early for most customers,and those one or two who have come through were in a rush, grabbing a single item to take to Continue reading
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Hiding in Plain Sight
november 26early evening, no wind. from nearby,under a dome of night skythe bark-like honksof a canada goose, followed by the collective honkingof many canada geese—all of them cutting loose,floating on a wetland stageunder cover of darknessand partially obscured bya ragged-edged curtain of dry scrub and milkweed,not a one feeling any needto hold back—like so many 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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