artist at play
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Hypnagogic Hints
even as my empty hand reaches my head heavy on my pillowconsciousness in a slidefrom wakefulnessto sleepi notice my mindcomposing linesof poetrylush phrasesintricate cadencesmeaning-dense metaphorsthat— in the darkof nightin the presence of gravity’s pull on my bodyin the absenceof paper and pencil at hand—evaporateinto a breathingmicro-mist create a biomefor deep deep dreams i wonder will… Continue reading
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If I Am Very Still
thrumming with energy waiting for clearanceto land, poems circling ina holding pattern —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art: • I enjoy working with the haiku form, having something I wish to say and 17 syllables at my disposal with which to say it; three lines—of 5 syllables, then 7, then 5. •… Continue reading
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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
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 creative practice.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
In 2025 I begin writing poetry and include a poem and painting in each post.
My compass points: shake hands with fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
