Last weekend I was listening to the latest episode of the Art Juice podcast. Alice and Louise discussed limitations in the art-making process. Over the past year I’ve been working under a self-imposed limitation of black and white only. Much of my artwork has leaned toward the monochromatic for years, but this time it was more deliberate. In action,… Continue reading Embracing Limitations
Every weekend I open a "new post" window, and there it sits, staring at me with its blank, accusatory stare. No, the accusation comes from within. The pressure I put upon myself, the spreading myself too thin, unwittingly, every time a create a 'weekend' list— I hobble myself with overwhelm! I did cross lots off… Continue reading Moonwater and Other Rituals of Navigation
I decided to do a simple three-card Tarot reading for myself last night: Recent Past, Present, Near Future— the most basic of formations. I didn’t do any ‘focus of intention’—life is pretty saturated with a single thread during this pandemic, so it seemed frivolous. These were my cards in order from left to right: Recent… Continue reading A simple reading of three cards
An etching of the view from the balcony in El Poble Sec in Barcelona I'm feeling scattered and at a loss. I have a lot that I could be doing, preparing, working on, reading, and yet I've been sitting at the computer sort of flitting in and out, here and there— utterly unable or unwilling… Continue reading Summer Sunday blues
There was this restaurant which hadn't been on my radar as a destination, but the one we’d meant to go to told us on the phone Our last seating is at 8:45 on Sunday, and it was 8:35 already, so. So we opted for this New American place also in the Bywater. Trendy. When we… Continue reading A Late Sunday in The Bywater
А la recherche du temps perdu When I saw how the new sun shone,I opened all the morning to her. When I felt the heat of midday,I turned my face to feel her warmth. When her exit cast a wake of diamonds on the sea,I sailed in pursuit ’til they sank out of view. When… Continue reading In Search of Lost Time | no regrets
These days following the winter feasts bring a quiet with them, not necessarily unwelcome. Often grey and a little lonely, or too-quiet for some, yet there is a gentleness to them that eases the emotional tumult forced by the calendar shift into a new year. When I was younger, I longed for the new year… Continue reading The calm monochrome that follows the feast days
It arrived with that kind of grey rain that settles in for a few days, so you just have to settle with it. I was out all day Sunday and into the night; eight miles of walking in the rain, and when I got home the apartment was clammy like when it rains at a… Continue reading And just like that: Autumn
I remember when I was younger there was a sort of general consensus around the idea that New Yorkers* were among the most self-obsessed, narcissistic assholes on the planet, especially artist and academic types†. And, I don’t know, maybe that was true. Things have changed though. Through the power of technology (smart phones, social media,… Continue reading
My feet are shredded; torn up and abused by the shoes of summer. It’s not that the shoes are uncomfortable per se, but most (cute) summer shoes are too flat to wear often, and the others I counterbalance with: too constraining. Opposites, each feels a relief after the other, yet compounding irritations alternately. It being… Continue reading Having to wear shoes all day in summer feels like foot binding
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