slow
I have noticed the time it takes for me to create one of my silk art pieces : it’s a long process. None of which I can do now. No prepping, no dyeing, no cutting, no sewing. No right hand. And the left hand is slow. Makes mistakes all over the place. Has me challenged […]
line
left handed line. learning to draw a line. touch that moves. in nature: any straight straight lines? kindergarten: first lesson = stand one behind another. desks in a row letters going across the page calendars lining up the days And does life unfold like that? Haveta love the line
and then…
yeah really smashed my wrist need 2 plates gracious!
how to live your life
Einstein: There are 2 ways to live your life. One is that nothing is a miracle. The other is that everything is a miracle.
I broke my wrist. The right one. Oh dear ~
roots
(3 root systems: deep water, air, soil…) Years ago I recall being affected by the poet, Stephen Spender, sharing his poem in which he is witnessing his dad, advanced in age, meet a woman he hadn’t seen since they were teenagers. In the poem, Spender can feel that his father is still seeing this woman […]
blue
Blueberries. Blue berries. Translated through camera and internet, this is the blue you get. And yet, even if you were an oil painter, the blue pigment available now, the one labeled ultramarine, is not the genuine one that you might see in a painting by Vermeer. It is an industrial approximation of a pigment that […]
ears
So, where’s your hat, Nana? Cecilia is all snuggled in her cap with ears. Not me. But I’ll have one on soon enough. Not with ears. If only. We will head down to the dog park. Cecilia will see it coming. All the dogs running around. Bedlam. She’ll start saying: “woo-woo”. Short for woof-woof. And […]
find
(nature’s art: “drawing” from pruning done by latest ice) On the highway, I passed a truck with a big sign on it: Find Your Beach. I loved it. On a drab day in February. So funny. I get home. Take the pup to the dog park. It was a miserable no good horrible weather day. […]
touched
So admittedly, this is an icy finger reaching out. But imagine it was warm. And reddish. Even loving. Tonight, Nika was asking me about whether I felt lonely living alone – or rather the subject came up in conversation. And yes, I do. But not often. And mainly in times of transition, such as after […]
