addicted to watercolor swatches
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Compliments and a Full Complement
going fishing —after brian andreas, from It’s Fish for Compliments Day fish-for-compliments day is the best, she says.totally, he says. we never run out of compliments.your gardens are spectacular, she says.he says, i love your sexy legs.nobody surpasses you at offering countless options, she says.you excel at cost-per-wear with your clothes, he says.you’re an expert, she… 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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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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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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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
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.
