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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
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Leafless in Hamilton
Sometimes Wonder Looks Like This trees in our neighborhood busied themselvesfor weeks this autumn, first merely hinting atand then blazing with color,then no sooner blazingthan losing their leaves to windor rain, or both. day after day, leaves fell all over the place,dried in yards, skittered on our street, crackled under our feetand found their way Continue reading
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Portraiture
Staring Contest you might see my sensibly-short layered white hairbut might not see my long blond kindergarten braids set off by straight-across high-cut bangsnor my sexy has-great-movement college-years shag-cut that falls below the shoulders you might see my all-way-stretch fleece leggings, you might not see my adorable checkered seersucker shorts-and-sleeveless-blouse outfit exactly like best friend Continue reading
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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
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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