artist at play
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Finding Ground in New Terrain
Poet’s Construction Supervisor License you invite me toreframe my house, leave doors and windows open wide —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “License” is a straight-up haiku in traditional syllabic format that I wrote as part of a thank-you note to poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer whose poetry and classes have situated me… Continue reading
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When You Least Expect It
Writing Primer(with thanks to katherine center, and to karen keough who says, always leave a painting partly unfinished) i have not set out seekinginformationor instruction, have not been searching google,do not have it in mind to sign up for a class,and the room where i sitis in no wayat all a classroom.i’m just staring into… Continue reading
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In This World
Cellobration! 23 August 2025 pause completelyfor a moment,if you will.locate yourself in your body,drop your shoulders,let your hands go soft,let your giornata—your day’s work—fall away, dissipate:the slicing of strawberries,the angry motorist who nearlyhit you in a crosswalk,the website that insisted you createa new password to replace the old, again,the unceasing news reports,the mixing of concrete… Continue reading
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Offering
So Many Small Somethings to Notice, November 2025 into the day comes invitation:to plant the feet,to notice. so, each in turn, we offer our attention. i offer my attention to the hammered-silver earringson top of the chest of drawersand the reflection of the overhead lightbulb in my tea,to the tiny scratches on the tableand the… Continue reading
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Open to Moments
Interconnected Prerequisites twenty or so years ago nan refers jane to me,jane needs a tutor for her son.i work with her son, jane and I strike up a friendship.she is a radiologist, tells me I can request her for a second read of x-rays anytime.when a routine mammogram reveals a possible lesion i’m sent to… Continue reading
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Tail End of Vacation
Cabin Patch, Cascade Mountains a spit of steep landunpretentious, rough and true,a deft dreamcatcher. —dotty seiter ===== ==== Notes about poem and art:• “Cabin Patch” speaks of a visit with Scott and Alisa to the Cascades where they have a sweet little patch of land.• Walking Barefoot came into being at our gate at SeaTac… Continue reading
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Hiking Beside, Not Kayaking In
Deception Pass, Whidbey Island narrow channel. fierce tides force whirling eddies, whitefroth a bright blessing —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Deception” is a haiku that places me right back on the high bridge that spans Deception Pass where we watched two kayakers contending with the force of the outgoing tide. Better… Continue reading
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Island Entertainments
Whidbey Island Center for the Arts countless practice hours,days, weeks, years. Django guitar,harmonica, wow. —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Whidbey” celebrates a world-class musical performance by Antoine Boyer and Yeore Kim as part of DjangoFest NW 2025. Totally knocked our socks off.• A Moment celebrates the meditative joy of playing with… Continue reading
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A Wednesday in September
Perfect Pacific Northwest Vacation Day hike the high bluff trail,walk the beach beneath, cozyup in fleece to nap —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Perfect,” with a mere seventeen syllables, puts me right back on Whidbey Island on the bluff, on the beach, in that fleece blanket. • At Ease took considerable… Continue reading
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D&D Getaway
Daybreak tide out beach exposedquiet water in the soundgood morning whidbey —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Daybreak” captures in a few syllables the feeling of waking to our first dawn on Whidbey Island in September in a rented home right at the water’s edge.• Dry Footfalls is my color swatch memento… 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.

