One thing, I think, is that I take every thing, every memory, every feeling of my current life past And I just keep adding and carrying the weight of it with me, because that is so much easier, albeit slower, to carry everything and set it down where ever I settle down, Than to go …
squeak…squeak…bits of wood like sawdust loosen with each counter clockwise turn an agonizing dismantling, not of this table but its past, my past, a dad built past so long past now, the wood dowels have shrunk and been re-glued several times, the holes in the mid-century modern plexiglass top re-drilled several times, so much sawdust, …
one of the nicest things someone could say to you is “I often wondered, what became of you” and to say that after a lifetime gap of 55 years. after all we have spawned, rooted, and accomplished, that we get to lay down these delicate bones in each darkness and rise again with a new …
Tulips steamed with iron water, vinegar water on watercolor paper.
Gorgeous colors and shapes of tulips in natural repose
A gift on a sunny February day to usher in stirings of spring.
it was light enough, still the cloud filled sky, moving, ever moving, ever cloudy while you skipped, hopped through the yard, eventually balancing on several Terra Cotta pots, sitting by the Jade plant, you extract one oval leaf, and bite by bite you begin to feed quickly with your front teeth, i watch afraid to …
Relationships molded us and drove the changes. Thinking of who “made an impression”, who help mold you, it was probably a parent, a teacher, a coach, a guide. It wasn’t an organization seeking a measurable outcome or metrics. it wasn’t a person looking to create a system to scale. It was just a person doing …
i am the describer of events running out into thunder to capture the words to describe the feelings of the energy the effects of the lighting and the moment, in nothingness, where energy meets earth… and it is always at an unspecified time so i must always be ready… ready to surrender to an unknown …
