artist at play
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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
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Question Exchange with Fellow Creative
appetizers the everyday no-nonsense part of a particular artist i knowleans toward eat-to-live rather than live-to eat. this gal, god love her,doesn’t snack, rarely nibbles while she preps food,is disinclined to have any kind of happy hour where she sits out on the back deckbefore a meal to whet her appetitewith crackers or cheese or Continue reading
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Meeting What’s in Front of Me
november 19 predawn, -1 celsius, clear and still. my legs are pistonspumping reliablyand efficiently,my dan tiana combustion engine:intake compression ignition exhaust.soon the cabof my bodyis warm and cozy.i can seeas far as my inner light shinesand that is precisely enoughilluminationto navigate into this day —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes on poem and art:• “november 19” Continue reading
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Backstage Mentors
november 20clear, cold, moonless. each lawn in the frostbitten november predawna sheet of construction papersprinkled with glitter thatwinks at the stars,the crystalsfirst cousins to firefliestwice removedfrom summer evenings —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• I am currently rereading Ted Kooser’s Winter Morning Walks: one hundred postcards to Jim Harrison for the 6th Continue reading
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Switching Gears
Let’s Face It though i sure do lovepredictable routines, it’s time to shake things up! —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Let’s Face It” is a haiku alluding to my intention to switch gears after creating a series of 35 color-swatches painted over the past few months of 2025. • Is Kindergarten Continue reading
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‘Tis the Season
december 6predawn, -1°C, cloud cover. on the black asphalt chalkboard of sidewalkat the foot of a driveway i crossduring my morning walki see white hieroglyphs—tracings of snow or road saltthat read as analysis of after-the-fact game-plays scribedby a coach (santa?). it looks as though theplayers (elves?) had a snowball fightwith tiny round explosions and comet-tails 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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