"I firmly believe that art isn't about its subject; in fact art isn't about anything. Art is how you feel when you stand in front of it." – Chris Rywalt
Now that I’m feeling better, a miscellany
Currently listening to SomaFM: Mission Control. Very soothing and abstract. This morning I hit the snooze so many times that it finally resulted in a portion of a dream in which I was trying to organize some clothes into a wardrobe in my dorm room, while also wondering why the hell its previous occupant had… Continue reading Now that I’m feeling better, a miscellany
The New Year
I am suddenly so sad today. It's that vague but crushing sadness of the New Year; a Sunday sadness that knows your real name and pulls without words, but remorselessly, and with a precision that feels like Love. It feels like having to say goodbye (to what?) when you're not ready to say goodbye. A… Continue reading The New Year
Mendon Ponds Park
not very jolly, except the colors
Snowscape
A brief message from me and the hattifattener
Happiness and Doing
Hafto re-post this one, via an interview with Swiss Miss on The Happiness Project; It is a quote / motto she cited that inspires and instructs: "I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes… Continue reading Happiness and Doing
birdy
I'm trying to get better at the SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION that is required. So I repeat, here, that tomorrow, Saturday DECEMBER 18, at Brooklyn Craft Central's Holiday Food & Craft Fair –LITTLEFIELD SPACE– everything for sale from Electrofork will be * SERIOUSLY ON SALE! * Absurd markdowns for ONE DAY ONLY!!
Those balmy 53ºf days? Gone.
Sneak peeks of the latest drypoint print on the rack, "A Winter find" December has reclaimed winter– what November seemed ill-inclined to do, with its many mild days. So the latest work of engraving in plastic arrives in time to herald the coming of snow. When dried and pressed flat, these will be finished off… Continue reading Those balmy 53ºf days? Gone.






