neurographica
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Here and Not Here
rhythmus i am alone outdoors in our frozen back yard,the first flakes of a snowstorm landing soundlessly.all is quiet and still, no cars on the road, no neighbors out walking,no dogs barking.as i carry food scraps to our compost binthe hush is just barely disrupted —a faint tapping,a tapping that has rhythm and, soon, repetition,a… Continue reading
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Now What?
december 3predawn, -4°C wind chill, first dusting of snow of the season. usually working with invisible ink,neighborhood night artists recognize a gift in a blink, rushing to use the season’s first dusting of snow at three a.m. to create a pop-up show: a rabbit works in tidy morse code, quickly tampinga precise diagonal streak of… Continue reading
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All Part of Something Bigger
Inner Eye Wonderwide i sit, legs curled onto the seat cushionof one of two comfy swivel chairs perched near northeast windows in our family room, reading a novel in the not insignificant benediction of light at 740p on an eveningin early june when why now? i understand that i whatever it is that “i” signifies… 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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