inspired by rosemerry wahtola trommer
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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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You Are My Sunshine
They Will(with thanks to RWT for a poem frame) after fifty years, she knowshis yawn is the roar of a lion. he knows if she sneezes onceshe will sneeze for minutes on end. she will change the framed calendar posters on the first of each month.he will replace the batteries in the smoke detectors. together Continue reading
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Thriller
High Voltagecan you hear the fizz? like high-voltage power lines overhead, with their corona dischargeand magneto-striction,the artist buzzes with the thrumof her own sparking electricity,of having run full tilt into what used to be a tiny bedroomuntil it became a makeshiftcreative space some years ago,hand in hand with a musewho’s grabbed herand insisted on collaboratingin Continue reading
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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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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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A Way Forward in Life
New Prescription Glasses these drips of honeysoft lenses refracting lifeeven grief sweetened —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• I highly recommend Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s All the Honey. RWT’s poetry and ways of being curious have inspired me to adventure back into writing poetry and to be more mindfully curious myself, for which Continue reading
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Invitation
an exceedingly scheduled day opens with bluster, wind, and chill,a quarter moon,a brisk walk in first light; surprises me with a pocket of unscheduleeven as i write and review minutely calibrated timelines,perform concrete tasksin focused forward fashion; invites me— unplanned unlisted unexpected—into my studio,where i unmind,embody, letan ink-filled pipette pullwilly nilly marksand loopswith whisper friction Continue reading
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A Grand Canyon
Design Imagine the self as a canyon in the making,once solid, and then, ongoingly,made more spacious, shaped by water, by wind, by forces beyond its control.Whatever is sacred, I feel it in canyons,these earthen temples to surrender— such holy architecturewith their deep and ancient silence,with their steep and crumbling walls. How sacred the angle of 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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