Via The Writer’s Almanac: You never know what you’ll want to write until it starts writing itself in your head. — Jill Ker Conway
Rear-view The way ahead is before me and the road behind is in front of me too a small slice of my forward view. By glancing up I see the retreating way, a preview of the path home The way … Continue reading →
Just dash something down if you see a blank canvas staring at you with a certain imbecility. You do not know how paralyzing it is, that staring of a blank canvas which says to the painter: you don’t know anything. … Continue reading →
Here, A Place to Stand (More Like a Big Ball) 46 x 65 in, 2016 Here, a place to stand. One last embrace, earth and sky; light and dark entwine.
Got to work too early so I sat in my car and admired the really big gulls up on the mall roof for a little bit and when that had gone on too long I did this: Not sure why … Continue reading →
I’m at an age where I think more about food than I do about sex. Last week I put a mirror over my dining room table.
