Saturday, October 31, 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

bridges to nowhere

 

 

 

 

back out "in the field" today,
stalking heron. caught a few
with the zoom, but needed a telephoto.

humanmade pieces pop in these wetlands,
and these brought alaska to mind.
the assosciation wouldn't have been there
a year or so ago.
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Monday, October 19, 2009

today's warm walk


 

tranformations
seen in the smallest details.
walk slowly, hold a hand.
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Monday, October 12, 2009

remembering the river

 

 

the river ran wide
in back of the farm
where i grew into me
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Saturday, October 10, 2009

I AM NOT AN ARTIST








I'm not an artist. I AM PRACTICING (this is a little play that my friend and i adopted. we say we're practicing artists, haven't "graduated" yet)
And i'm not even enrolled in a class right now.
I've been busy on the other side of my brain editing curriculum as a paid favor for my former school system. Who knew it would take so long? T E D I O U S.

Now i'm back to practicing. When i went to my first post retirement painting class about 2 years ago, and was asked what interested me, i laid my hand on the stack i'd brought along: watercolors, acrylics, pencils, oil sticks, gouache, pastels, ...and said, "i'd like to learn how to use some of these".
It takes lots of practice, including the practice of telling my brain off once in a while. the chatter. the frustration. the arguments.

I read in a book called SPARKS OF GENIUS by a MacArthur fellow, Robert Root-Bernstein, about the tools of creative thinking as he presented many of the macarthur foundation fellowship recipients from a great variety of fields. The painter described had a 'successful' career, schooling, shows, sales...but was not satisfied. He decided to work on a painting, one painting, over and over, repainting it many times, and everyday for maybe two years, varying the positioning of a line. huge pieces. when he finished, he had a huge collection.

that's my lead. i'm painting MY mountain (i own a lot of geography: my arch, my mountain, grin) over and over again. PRACTICING with my stack of stuff that makes marks. it started in that first class, which is the last picture that i posted, in acrylics. and then ... many have followed. above that are smaller ones, one of my photos and journal entry from last summer, and the first group of four are not finished, and may be tossed, but i'm working on them now...they're 4x6 inches and on the same grainy piece of paper with too much gesso on it. but...i'm learning this way. by myself. and the more i play, the looser my head becomes, and the wiggly lines and blending colors start to emerge.

the first photo....my license plate, and one from new mexico. that's where MY mountain is. my arch is here in michigan with me. MY LOVES, these two states.. BUDDHAFULL NEW MEXICO, and a reminder to "LOVE THE ONE YOU'RE WITH."

Thursday, October 8, 2009

NOTHING LIKE SEEING YOUR NAME HANDWRITTEN IN THE MAILBOX

 

 

 

 

REAL TIME.
SNAIL MAIL.
TIME TAKEN
TO STAMP AND POST.
IN THE BOX.
THROUGH THE AIR.

these are from taos friendships formed at workshops at the mabel dodge luhan house.
Carol Austin sent the first talisman with the cross. on the rothko calendar now.
yesterday, the joy of opening a card from my friend renee in
denver, dancers around the fire, so old blinking light on margarittas
in arroyo seco. two georgia postcards that i bought at the harwood museum there this summer.
the red asian silk piece is from caroline in montreal. and a card from sas in berkeley.

SO YOU SEE, IT'S NOT JUST THE MOUNTAIN I LOVE THERE.
and from a card from my vllbff, this quote:

"FRIENDSHIPS don't just 'happen', but the best ones seem to fall into place right from the start, naturally and easily, as if they were always meant to be..."
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Friday, October 2, 2009

MY ARCH: waiting for winter


 

 

 

 
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of course, for every thing there is a season. and of course, we should "love the one we're in..."
as some of you know, i'd claimed this roadside arch of twisted vines as mine late last winter, and i keep a close eye on it as i move along in my vehicle.
it seems to be having its last hurrah as it wards off the thoughts of being buried alive under snowdrifts in the near future, and as i described it to a friend, it has a 'flurry of flaming leaves across the top, like a crew cut gone wild'...

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Thursday, October 1, 2009

MORNING WALK

 

 

 

 
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first signs
with the big chill
just seconds away.