I think the wind and sleet got to me last night and this morning. Ready for spring, mother nature. C’mon, you can do it! This morning, amidst wind and sleet appeared a flock huddled and clinging, impaled on branches, dislodged … Continue reading →
When you go out to paint, try to forget what objects you have before you, a tree, a house, a field or whatever. Merely think, here is a little square of blue, here an oblong of pink, here a streak … Continue reading →
There’s nothing that says “Spring!” quite like skunky. Black and white stain on road the blunt, matte smell trailing after the cars. What is that? Oh. Yes. That’s what. Fading at the same speed. It’s the whiff spring keeps on … Continue reading →
Last night a few days after the last seen flurry, a scent of, daring, spring. Just past the last hill home where the shoulder is a stream now dopplerized frogs in a night of crossing roads of crossing seasons no … Continue reading →
I don’t remember if the accompanying gold had a specific name but that green darkened many a kitchen cabinet and appliance in its day… Long ago, in a childhood far away in upstate New York kitchens used to be avocado, … Continue reading →
Alone, and without any reference to his neighbours, without any interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing. If he does not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all.
