artist at play
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Movement
Pep in My Step my little black stone of a heart?the one lodged dark in my chest a few days back? a pebble in my shoe,so to speak,signifying through painthe chafing ofthinking brainagainst knowing heart i shook the pebble out—minuscule, black, heart-shaped!—retied my shoebegan walking againstraight and true —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem… Continue reading
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Into the Unfolding of the Day
Kaleidoscopic Shift of One Degree in a phone conversation early on a sunny green-leafed spring morningi make referenceto my little black stone of a heart. more than once. i stand stock stillhearing myselfvoice the hard unyielding words. what dark unforgiving storyam i telling myself? i praya question:might there beanother wayto see this? i make breakfast,eat my protein… Continue reading
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Keeping Myself Open
Reception first light’s one step ahead of meas i step into the gentle outdoorsat 430a in early june my predawn footfalls a backbeatfor sparrows and starlingsalreadyrockin’ ‘n’ rollin’ the dayopen-beakedfull-throated —dotty seiter ===== Meeting This Grief4 x 5.5″; acrylic, ink, and oil pastels on canvas paperabstract design on notecard (opened flat here)2025 ===== Notes about… Continue reading
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Deeply Seen and Known
Anne Is Anne is a mold and decklemade from wood scraps and screen,a round of art at her kitchen table,a dollar-a-pound bag of ragman findsready to becomebook covers for hand-bound pages penned by handwith Kathryn Gibbs exactitude —dotty seiter ===== Notes about poem and art: Two weeks ago friend Anne sends me another envelope of… Continue reading
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Discovery
Who Knew?For weeks,months,to no good effect,I tell myself I want to spend more time making artin the maker space I call my studio.Turns outthe only way to spend more timemaking artin the maker spaceI call my studiois to enter the maker spaceI call my studioand make art. —dotty seiter ===== Note: Today’s “30 minutes” become… Continue reading
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No Matter What
Impromptu Perambulationi get a textfrom lossasking if i wantto go for a walk.yes, what time?we walk side by sidestep tenderlyinto painside by side.we step alsointo friendshipsynchronizedsimpaticoside by sidestep by steptogether in presencepeeling offour outer layers,heart rateselevatingstep by stepwarming usside by side —dotty seiter ===== Note: Today’s post comes courtesy of my commitment to 30 minutes… Continue reading
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Invitation
an exceedingly scheduled day opens with bluster, wind, and chill,a quarter moon,a brisk walk in first light; surprises me with a pocket of unscheduleeven as i write and review minutely calibrated timelines,perform concrete tasksin focused forward fashion; invites me— unplanned unlisted unexpected—into my studio,where i unmind,embody, letan ink-filled pipette pullwilly nilly marksand loopswith whisper friction… Continue reading
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A Grand Canyon
Design Imagine the self as a canyon in the making,once solid, and then, ongoingly,made more spacious, shaped by water, by wind, by forces beyond its control.Whatever is sacred, I feel it in canyons,these earthen temples to surrender— such holy architecturewith their deep and ancient silence,with their steep and crumbling walls. How sacred the angle of… Continue reading
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Puttering and Tinkering
I need an enclosure card for a gift, and so begins an afternoon of relaxed puttering and contented tinkering fostered by eager scavenging that leads to serendipitous creative connections. First, I sift and rummage and poke and scout to see what I might find by way of a squirreled-away art start whose time to shine… 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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