what do you want to be?
(a log sitter) I was captured by this excerpt from Jenny Ofill’s novel, Department of Speculation. I can see her four year old little girl in front of me. And I love that child’s wisdom: Someone has given my daughter a doctor’s kit. Carefully, she takes her own temperature, places the pressure cuff around her […]
what do I want to be? (2)
Dun-da-dunnnnnnnn. Footprints. A monster for sure! My plan was to never get married. I was going to be an art monster instead. Women almost never become art monsters because art monsters only concern themselves with art, never mundane things. Nabokov didn’t even fold his own umbrella.(from Jenny Offill, Department of Speculation) Here’s to the later-in-life […]
long time
(“I’m waiting…”) Sometimes a couple of lines in a book will make me laugh outright: You agree it will do for meantime. The first thirty six year of meantime just flew by while you were meaning to find (… the solution) from: First Buy a Field, by Rosamund Young. This beautiful book is a gift […]
getting it hung
I’m testing to see if I think the velcro attachments (loosely pinned for first look) will work. I think they do! That means I can attach, and later disattach my silks. I need them to lie flat when transported. Whew! I am so relieved. In fact, so relieved that I spent a ton of time […]
aberration
If you entered the room I’m working in right now, you would go – what happened? It’s – well – not tidy. I’m what you might call “organizationally challenged”. But NOT in my art. I mean the art itself. This piece especially. Oh man, I spent the whole day assembling the most complicated section. I […]
a little different
(reads: THIS CHICK HAS HAD IT) What female person can resist this? I couldn’t. I ordered it off Etsy a while ago. I couldn’t wait to serve food on it… have the words revealed in the course of the meal. When it arrived in this smidgen box, I had my clue: it was NOT the […]
taking a moment — or two
(“what happened to the beautiful snow?”) I just got back from overnight visiting Nika and Scott – and Ariella, who had come up for the weekend to see them and to ski. They invited me to ski too, but I figured that I could get art done on both days if I planned well. But […]
just
I ordered this amaryllis November 20. Red for the holidays. When it hadn’t budged/was still only a fat bulb on December 31, I emailed the company. They said: give it more time. And sure enough, a few days ago a bud peaked out of the soil. This morning, the bud was touching the base of […]
one of those days
Red. Stop sign red. Stop. I should have stopped before I started today. Just a litany of woes, it was. One thing after another. Losing one of those ice spikes you put on your shoe. Walking in way too cold wind. Gently backing into another car – so lousy. AND, to top it all off: […]
through the mire
I was trying to show you the rain drops falling on the water. And on the ice. And on the snow. Making slop. A mire. That’s what this time of year is for, I tell you. It’s like those epic struggle parts of the children’s book where the hero/heroine has to traverse lousy conditions and […]
