He studies a single blade of grass. But this blade of grass leads him to draw every plant and then the seasons, the wide aspects of the countryside, then animals, then the human figure. So he passes his life, and life is too short to do the whole. — Vincent van Gogh Continue reading →
After reading yesterday about pal Sandy’s close encounter with a truck, I am particularly thankful for the hay truck who took the corner at 66 and rte 13 too shallow and too fast giving me moments of waiting for my … Continue reading →
Meanwhile, the soft, lumpy package from the Office of Letters and Light remains sealed. Sealed, I tell you! Waiting for the moment… Continue reading →
I’m listening to Amanda Palmer’s The Art of Asking (audiobook, author narrated) and it’s had me laughing and crying for many hours of commuting now. Today on the way home she was talking about non-successful crowdfunding projects. You can’t really … Continue reading →
When nothing seems to help, I go look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
