A continuation from last week (unpublished); always on about words, words. Waking up from an idea or a notion of something like it was a sleep-dream; acknowledging that your perception was distorted or not informed enough, and being okay with it, it’s fine. So you adjust your perception— we do it all the time. It’s… Continue reading the way something shiny looks under water, viewed from the shore
Tag: time
Part precious metal, part pirate
Approach (on foot) to the lighthouse on Fire Island Had some post-dinner drinks with my friend Sarah last night. She’s in publishing, a fellow reader, so we talk books and exchange suggestions. One she told me about is Night Film by Marisha Pessl. She said it reminded her very much of House of Leaves, which… Continue reading Part precious metal, part pirate
Been awhile.
From January; a trip to Baltimore. (BUS POETRY!) Through the bus window, out of New York. Barren scores of urban cliffs— cloaked in winter trees (their unexpected softness, out-of-focus)— look like lost castles through spectacles designed for looking at things close-to. Dried drops on the wide panes from another rain lend the highway a cold… Continue reading Been awhile.
Starting the year by drawing again
I haven't put anything here on the blog in an age. Now it's a new year, and I plan to get back into my non-work creative pursuits. I have been blaming work and being busy in general for my lack of non-work creative endeavors, but I have recently come to realize there was more to… Continue reading Starting the year by drawing again
Snufkin has broken camp
Zac's contribution to the Museum, an excellent specimen of tintype in a pocket-frame I've been enjoying reading Cloud Atlas, by David Mitchell— "Then he asked, had it not been a seismic shock to be uprooted from Papa Song's and transplanted into Boom-Sook's lab? Didn't I miss the world I had been genomed for? I answered, fabricants… Continue reading Snufkin has broken camp
The fleeting nature of dreams and summer
Unintentionally patriotic feet, in tertiary variations on red and blue. A friend recently asked what art I've been working on, and my answer was, sadly, none. I'm feeling a need to do something so I return to the blog—I do enjoy writing. Maybe it will spark something. Independence Day yesterday; a barbecue on a friend’s… Continue reading The fleeting nature of dreams and summer
imperatives and optionals
Having arrived at the realization (again) that I am simply never going to finish ALL THE THINGS, I realize it’s impossible—time cannot be stopped. There is only a chipping away at imperatives, like a block of marble out of which no soaring, winged delight will emerge— only a fleeting and illusory sense of accomplishment. (A… Continue reading imperatives and optionals
A farewell to winter
I skipped February altogether here. I'll attempt to make up for that this month. Above is a small painted tripdych I did last month; oil on cedar shingles. We had so little snow this year, such a mild winter. That took none of the enjoyment out of a 6-day trip to Mexico– to the Yucatan… Continue reading A farewell to winter
tracing the arabesques
Amid the waning of the old year I had moments anxious for it to be over– or I think eager is a better word. But then on January second, in the wake of Jon and J. driving back upstate, there was the inevitable feeling of sadness or loss that the carefree time-between-the-years was over. The… Continue reading tracing the arabesques
A solitary child on a swing in the playground across the street; 46 degrees F, even on a sunny afternoon, seems to've stunted the population there. I find myself in need of some creative (personal) project; wishing I'd thought in time to begin a calendar for 2012– the armageddon calendar. I've given thought to a… Continue reading
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