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Navigating Day to Day
Struggling when her father received a barbor other disapproving commenthe would smile and say— occasionally with just the very barest almost imperceptible hint of snark— thank you! she thinks of her father now,as she considers dispiritedly the lies, chaos, upheaval,disinformation, divisiveness, and lawlessnessof her country’s current government.she takes a deep deep breath,drills way down, dials… Continue reading
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I Am Iamb!
Welcome All gone the heat the hazethe humid drain of lifeour guests arrive on gusts of fresh—rejoice! —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Hello” was written in response to yet another prompt from the Coursera poetry class I took in June. It’s a cinquain, a tiny poem of five lines in a pattern… Continue reading
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Nature as Church
The Seeds of a Great Choir (to MaryAnn and Bessie) don’tcha just love how a row of seed coneson a branch is a church choir,ever’ sunday mornin’gettin’ ready to give each voicea way to rejoice?lined up hip to hip in the church of the hackmatackhere in this tiny borough,borough of larch, don’tcha know?sure, sure, the church… Continue reading
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Opening
Time to Take a Second Look instead of feeling self-critical about my relationship with timei.e. a little obsessive, a little uptight,instead of berating myselfi.e. you’re so rigid,why can’t you just relax and go with the flow,instead of resisting the relationshipi.e. pretending to be relaxed,acting nonchalant,i turn resistance on its headand surrender.it’s time for a second… Continue reading
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The White Rabbit’s Obsession
Time (Mis)Management can’t yet … not right now …gotta, gotta … in a sec …don’t have time … hang on … —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Time (Mis)” is a haiku originally penned in 2009. I dusted it off to post here today as a prelude to my next post.• In… Continue reading
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A Bright, Bright, Bright Sunshiny Day
After So Many Months I.After so many months the wait becomeslonely and unbending, like March, like along march through a cold season, like the lastunending days before dry limbs crochetverdant lace around the brittle darknessof winter bark. I am a silhouetteof branches, a windbreak, a lone figureweighted down by snow and wind, weather-scarred. II.Our fingers interlink… Continue reading
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Idling for a Moment in Neutral
Zooming to Zumi’s dave from his officedotty from home computercoffee date at eight —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• “Zooming” harkens back to pre-retirement days when Dave and I would sneak off to take ourselves on impromptu “speed dates” on a workday morning. Now we have all day every day to date… Continue reading
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Taking a Good Look at Things
Blind Contour Drawing: Self-Portrait i am the oldest of five,now matriarch in my family line,i am little mama, ma, and mom, i am gma, and alsobride to my hubby for five decades and counting.hubby, by the by, changes his clothes several times a day—when he takes his morning walk, when he gardens,when he goes for… Continue reading
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Beginner’s Mind, with Random Lived Experience on Tap
The Paintbrush of Impatience watercolor classnot as expected but sowhat, grandma moses’ brush dashes, splashes color,paints its own way to flow zone —dotty seiter ===== =====Notes about poem and art:• “Paintbrush” is a tanka, a poetic form about which I knew nothing until this summer—31 syllables arranged in 5 lines (if in English) of 5,… 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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