After a day where a sudden drop in tempurature causes green leaves to fall like the piano needles from Charlie Brown’s xmas tree

I must quiet my mind. Sometimes it can be done with reading on the train. And sometimes it needs to be done by formulating, or finding, some clear thing out of the jumble of tangled strings and wires— the ones that formed knots in one’s head during the tumult of the day.  Today was like… Continue reading After a day where a sudden drop in tempurature causes green leaves to fall like the piano needles from Charlie Brown’s xmas tree

She used to stop by the house occasionally, but her presence was purely decorative.

Portion of an image found online, perhaps in LiveJournal image feed- origin unknown In the midst of a two-day jag of reading art criticism, theory and artist blogs; a result of 1) January post-holiday blahs, as stated yesterday, and 2) being in the ongoing and usual *stuck* place of : What is my art about?… Continue reading She used to stop by the house occasionally, but her presence was purely decorative.