chemistry
What else could my art look like? One thought I had was : a pixellated computer drawing. Sort of. All those bits. But then last night I was reading Hope Jahren’s “Lab Girl” when I ran across this passage that totally caught my attention: Different minerals have different chemical formulas…. Such differences give rise to […]
pruning
THUNK! I hear this dull thud as a branch falls on my roof. It’s windy out and the woods are pruning themselves of debris – branches that just aren’t strong enough to withstand the test of this strong a breeze in the dead of winter. Or rather, the dead of the end of winter. The […]
sailing/flocking
I read in the newspaper today that the cherry blossoms are due to bloom, no peak(!), in 11 days in DC this year. That’s DC. And here? Feeling optimistic, I bought seeds for my vegetable garden. I have 4 raised beds. See them in the above photo? No? Can’t quite make them out? Maybe in […]
nasty
Today is one of those days where – if someone asked about the weather – you’d say “nasty” (that’s “nee-asty”). I ask myself: “Why is it that I live in New Hampshire?” Hmmmmm… And then I sit down to do my art and the weather is perfect: it gives me no reason to want to […]
silk/steel
What we have here is a study in black and white (mostly). Look closely. Can you see the pooch? He’s in the garden. There’s still “a bit of snow” here. Rumi was loving it: it’s been warm so it’s melted down into this brick that he can run across. He was cooling off after his […]
sad snow
You have to admit, this looks a little sad. Daffodils that I bought have wilted. Daffodils in the ground are – well, where is the darn ground? And what happened to the oh-so-white snow? Spring in New England: something to get past. It was warm yesterday. I got hopeful. But today I went for a […]
nothing
Looking out my window, what can I see? Nothing. I wanted to shoot a photo of the fog, but the camera WILL NOT shoot. It won’t take a photo of nothing. It’s refusing: “What do I focus on? There’s nothing.” So you can see the slight bit of lake snow at the bottom. Something. The […]
fluxus
I wish I could claim to be a tidy person. Clean, yes. Tidy, not so much. I call myself “organizationally challenged”. When I’m in the midst of an art project, I don’t even SEE the mess I’m creating around me. And yet, the art I make is so much about how everything comes together. It’s […]
who’s to say?
My mind is not as peaceful as a nun’s might be (as in NYT story to follow). I admit that straight up. The evidence (as if needed?) came when I was reading Gean Mareno’s critique of Ugo Rondinone’s Miami Mountain in the latest Art in America. He describes the piece as offering “…comforting presence (which) emit(s)… feel-good vibes.” But […]
expectations
Here’s the path up this steep hill (snow always looks flat) of my driveway. It’s been warm so it got icy underfoot and I put ashes down for gripping. But it looks … maybe a little dark? Glum? That describes my expectations of this day. It was a day for “government proceedings”. I had to […]
