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On the Way to Becoming
hallelujah chorus spring peepers, eyes popped,inflating their balloon throats:yippee! let’s do this! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee! yippee!yippee! yippee! yippee! —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and painting:• “hallelujah chorus” is a haiku that celebrates the small chorus frogs known as peepers that make themselves known as heralds of spring in the eastern part of… Continue reading
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Spring Cleaning
i let my softest pussywillow self take off its winter jacket tossing timid into wind,into chill, chafe, chance, and change —dotty seiter ===== =====Notes about poem and art:• In my untitled poem, I used the tight format of a classical tanka to spring clean the clutter of excessive wordiness crowding my mind. A classical tanka is based… Continue reading
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At Home in New Circumstances
in spirit | godspeed, theresa actively attunedto distillations of peace,i notice wellnessradiating quietly and evenlythroughout my bodyand in the energeticspace surrounding me, the memory of your warmthand approachabilityfueling my strideas i walk up and downthe aisles of market basketin a steady cadence.i hear the heel of each shoe meet the polishedfloor tiles, left foot,right foot, left… Continue reading
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Feeling My Way Along
proprioception as does my brain knowmy little toe,even in the dark, so too do the inner chambersof my heart knowyour presencevia clear sweet invisiblefilaments of sound that pulse their way through our housewhen your fingersstrum your guitar strings. —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• As does painting challenge me, so too does… Continue reading
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Transitions
travel agency snow on the ground still coversmost of his neighborhood’sreal estate, the pristine whiteof last week’s late-winter newfallmelting just a bit in today’s warmth,revealing grit thrown by plowsin an earlier clean-up effort.enough already with winter, he grouses,disgruntled and restless. heavy with cabin-fever,he takes himself to the front porch to meditate,closes his eyes, settlesinto a… Continue reading
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Make Yourself at Home
open house at sixty-four years i hear a knock at my door,odd enough, just that, but i turn the knoband there stands painting—big grin.i say, come on in! not hesitating in the least, i tell you true,it opens windows wide, flings open doorsi am long in the habitof keeping bolted, marches into rooms i didn’t… Continue reading
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Rocking It
like monks walking for peace the practiced quilteruses her thimble to rock her threaded needle down through all layers and back up again,hand-stitching for peacedown through all layers and back up again,again, and again, loads many tiny stitchesat once, pulls all pliestogether. betterthan a rocking chair,this zen rocking stitch. —dotty seiter ===== We Walk Together12… Continue reading
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Imaginary Gift
the painter, bookmarking figures chiseled fromamorphous chaos layersand negative space —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes on poem and art:• “bookmarking” is a haiku touching on the process I followed to create this figure painting.• Wanting to get my artist friend Sylvia an art book to celebrate her interest in exploring figure painting, I painted a… Continue reading
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Unbounded
december 4 evening, fierce frigid wind, intense snow squall. the first timei contemplate infinity,7 or 8 years old, i am in bed for the nightunder the eavesin the back bedroom,trying to figure it out:how can something go on forever?it has to end somewhere. doesn’t it?but, if it does, thenthere has to be something elseoutside it.… Continue reading
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Joy and Comfort, Comfort and Joy
decenber 21; unbroken thread twinkle lights festoonour bare-branched backyard pussywillow: this year’s proxy for that which elicitedmy tiny gasp of wonder as a child, in my pj’s, seeing with wide eyesthe indoor evergreen at 9 waverly with itslights in primary colors, its sparkly tinsel heavily draped, andmy name in glitteron a shiny ornament. decades of… 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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