sketchbook revival challenge
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Hidden in Everyday Life
sometimes sometimes when i set out to paintor write a poemor i find myself in a social interactionor even just have to packfor a vacation, for pete’s sake,there is no choicebut to push up my sleeves and grapple with ALL MANNER of unexpected THINGSI DO NOT KNOW and THEN come up with COUNTERMEASURES for the lack therein. you know of what i speak. —dotty seiter… Continue reading
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Thinking in Wrinkles
oh my gosh, the best what-if ever wait till you hear this:what if my life—my “own” life—is actually none of my business?i have to repeat the question:what if my life is none of my business? could it be so?i am wildly curious,gloriously radicallyalive with wonder. —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• Sometime… Continue reading
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Promptly Inspired
school street sound-off the finalists at the annual first-lightregional cheering competitionbegin out of sight, withthe canada goose squad in flight, honking towards dawn and away from night: give me a g! give me an o, give me another o! …the wild turkey team bunches up tighton the limbs of a tall pine,gabbles from that height: lean to the… Continue reading
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Tiny Encapsulations
soul school paint brush dabs, sweeps, blends,offers what is here to learn:stillness in motion —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• In seventeen syllables, “paint brush” highlights the essence of painting, outside and in.• Cynthia Hauk caught the outside and in of me with her Sketchbook Revival session featuring what she calls mood-minis.… Continue reading
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Lay Thee Down Now and Rest
oh where oh where can she be? with neither notice nor intentthe poet in hernods off periodicallyfor naps,some of them of some depth and length,not unlike the way she nods offwhen she reads before bed—snoozing, drifting away,the conscious mind unavailable,returning for no more than a flashof plot beforeevaporatingyet againinto slumber,having snagged only a few words,… Continue reading
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In Second Grade a Maypole Dance
this year a may basket a week into new england april, on the verge of spewing a litany of loud complaints, she comes to an abrupt halt;somethingstops her. what?probably not her sore foot, still in pain six weeks on. nor the gray cloud cover for five days’ running, nor the wind hitting her face, nor… Continue reading
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Lively Neighborhood
eavesdropping slender crisp crescentof horizon-shrugging moon rises before sun,captures whistled wakeningpillow-talk of red robins —dotty seiter ===== ===== Notes about poem and art:• With “eavesdropping” I share a predawn neighborhood observation, adhering to the classical Japanese tanka form of 5 lines of 5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7 syllables with a mid-poem… 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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