No.6
Tag: change
radio silence
Things will resume soon.
Shifts.
The past two weeks have been strange and difficult in some ways. On the one hand, I've found it easier than I expected to be a non-smoker, and my wounds from last week are nearly healed. On the other hand, I've found it difficult to concentrate, or maybe to care, to be interested in, all… Continue reading Shifts.
Art and the waxing crescent
Above: Two of the panels built by Tara Lynne; these feature lovely old hardwood panels from drawer-bottoms of a neglected dresser, with reinforced balsa wood cradles. The moon and i are in growth phases. More. And More specific. Some things have taken root. I looked back in time –the space of a year. And saw… Continue reading Art and the waxing crescent
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.
darkness in sleep
Ghastly and morbid, dreams of the past few days. Mutation, illness and other catastrophes have been casting themselves against a backdrop of art, work and money. May none of them prove portentious!
dreams and the waning of october
Lately the dreams have been mental– this whole month, just mad. I think of the twenty twenty-one days passed thus far, I have recorded at least twelve dreams. Unheard of, but I did realize last February or March (whenever it was I decided to begin writing them down again) that the more regularly one keeps… Continue reading dreams and the waning of october
Overmuch, and the discipline of writing for clarity.
I feel on the brink of something– oh, but don't I always? [Pardon the sarcasm, but it's difficult to escape, especially with 2 beers in my belly and the onset of Autumn.] Wistful, dear Autumn– most emotional of times. It may be on account of my birthing at this time of year– Dunno. Don't much… Continue reading Overmuch, and the discipline of writing for clarity.
It’s wonderfully cool today.
Just for the record. Quite nice. [later : 6 pm] The light is changing. The shadows are long on the buildings across the street already.
three day weekend
A Monday has dawned half-sunny in mid February– President's Day Weekend. Tumultuous and mild, abstractions arising out of the long winter– cabin fever reaches its peak, and winter makes madmen of us all. I've been feeling a little at loose ends and wondering again what I'm going to be when I grow up. Springtime has… Continue reading three day weekend
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 