don’t pass up the chance
Years ago, before moving into a house with my husband and four children (when they were small), I contacted Tom, an interior designer. This friend with a fancy house had recommended him. Tom came by, took one look at the house and told me, “You don’t need me. You need all the guys who do […]
stay on it
Not a great photo, this one. It’s of an embroidery I did a while ago. Each of the girls is thinking about something different. Focussing here there and everywhere. That’s me. I’m in my end of work on a piece phase. Lots of details. Glueing (yes glueing) in an attempt to hold the pieces on […]
as the pup does
Peaches loved this cold winter. Now it’s warming up a bit : she’s found a mound of snow to stay cool. Me? I’m happy to be a bit warmer. I look at my pup and think she and I are so different. For example, we are out walking on some trail – no one is […]
slowly
I don’t know why I have the pup adorning a piece I titled “slowly”. Momentarily she’s still. But slowly? That’s rarely her style of movement. By contrast, it’s my pace of producing art. I take a lot of time. Lot of time. In the latest Art in America, there’s an article called “Slow Painting”. They […]
ant(sy)
(Peaches: Not more cloth prep. Sheesh!) The longer time I spend making art, the nuttier the journey can seem. For example, some of the ways that I think I need to prepare my cloth. Ridiculous. To back up a bit, I was (again!) listening as I was driving down the snowy country road, and they […]
a little off
I woke up today all hot and bothered. Not a bit like the image above with its delicate details of snow blowing across the ice. More like – it’s been too long not doing art. Two days and I’m bent out of shape… I was listening while riding in the car, and they were talking […]
caring
Part of the landscape’s mind – it’s memories, connections, rhythms – is…held in human consciousness ~ David George Haskell’s, The Songs of Trees. When I found this place on Squam Lake 30 years ago, I fell in love with the old boathouse. It was on, really on, the lake. What I didn’t seem to notice at the […]
how many —- artists does it take?
I was up on a ladder using this new kind of suction cup thing to unscrew a light bulb. I finally noticed I’d disconnected the bulb part from the socket. I phoned my fix-it friend and he advised me to use needle nose plyers. They worked. And I thought to myself, “How many dumb artists […]
MSH
Clean up that dirty river. MHS. Make Shit Happen. That was the name of a group started by Shoemaker in the 1970’s to clean up the Platte River in Denver. MHS targeted industry that was dumping waste. And now, how many years later: you can swim in that river that runs right through the city. […]
my valentine
I was up hiking in the – well, cold- early morning. I came across this gorgeous view of Squam Lake in winter. In summer, would there be a view? Thanks Peaches for getting me up there. Yeah, I thought I knew this area. It turns out that in winter you look for footprints. You look […]
