Our two giant plants in the windows of the front room, enjoying the sun. I've been typing dyslexic all day. Weird. Memorial Day weekend– first great exodus of cityfolk to the hinterlands; civic start to the summer months. I've spent a fair amount of it working, but today has so far been for things of… Continue reading Summer things
Today is the 5th Avenue Festival, strains of music and voices drifting from a few blocks away where it begins. Also the Sonya Studio walk over in Fort Greene, to which I'd planned to go and see some friends and meet a friend of Beth's. But still at home. Had some work that I had… Continue reading not necessarily a day of rest.
Another poor night of sleep. It has partly to do with the noise of the outside world, but something else as well; perhaps with stress and the sensation of being overextended and overwhelmed. We tossed and turned like waves on a sea with blood in its eyes. I've just read an article regarding a recent… Continue reading out of focus– even in sleep
Yesterday afternoon I had a bit of a nap, having finished up on a deadline. It took awhile to fall asleep; I lay there, eyes closed, sounds from out on the street coming in. I love that middle realm– you're not asleep yet but neither are you really awake. Often in that space I experience… Continue reading of recent moments; not now.
Despite having applied available discipline in the early hours (waking, recalling, and a forced recounting of relevant details before slipping back into sleep), what sprang from the subconscious has been subsequently and utterly lost. Often it is precisely when we wish to grasp that we lose our tentative hold altogether. So it is that we… Continue reading tessellated
I was going along at a good clip; working, drawing, writing, painting– had finally sorted out that elusive balance wherein manifold priorities were all being attended! And now I sit, again feeling overwhelmed (and mildly crippled) as the list of work has suddenly expanded; bloomed before the trees have done. Additionally, I've not done a… Continue reading resistance, bargaining
Today began with a brutal sore throat and utter congestion, though it's much better now. First Spring head cold– hopefully the only. But then, I think I didn't have one over the winter, so maybe this is how Winter gets the boot, tomorrow being the Spring Equinox! Above: continued progress on the 24"x8" canvas.
lacunar eyes and not a hair out of place Despite all visual evidence to the contrary, today has dawned decidedly the coldest of the week– much to my dismay, as I'm longing to open windows again. Already life grows busier. March is one-third through and lists grow longer, which is a good thing, but it… Continue reading of lapses and misleading evidence
The windows are O P E N ! and... Beginning tomorrow : one extra hour of daylight!
Hey Hey! Tomorrow is slated to be sixty degrees outside! So exciting. Also exciting: we've just booked our first Fire Island weekend; this time in Cherry Grove– and a whole posse of Brooklynites will be out there on the same weekend so I'm sure it will be *fun times!* Today has been the least productive… Continue reading 60º
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