The world is loud. It stands too close. Its breath is heavy with old sleep. I don’t really think the world is this way but sometimes it’s just wearing to hope for the shiny and fresh and friendly. That part’s … Continue reading →
How will I ever get into the Metropolitan Museum of Art? the aspiring young artist asked a great teacher. “You can either take the Fifth Avenue bus to 81st Street,” said the teacher, “or work hard, be inspired, wait 20 … Continue reading →
Don’t you look at those magazine checklists and think – if only it were that simple… All this confusion is, well, confusing me I can’t tell anymore: Am I anxious? Depressed? Angry? Sorrowful? Distracted? It rises within me, whatever it … Continue reading →
Got a package via Fed Ex today, rushed from the heart of Dick Blick. They didn’t want me to wait until the twenty-second as indicated when I’d placed the order. Five new paints – all greys/grays/sorta-grey. I had just enough … Continue reading →
Not sure this is it for today, but the suggestion was for a sonnet about sadness. Although I’ve found a few lines in the past few days of iambic pentameter it wasn’t happening for me today at lunch! And then … Continue reading →
The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.
