on a path

I’ve changed my mind-set and I’m on a rigorous path of learning both in my creative life and in my business life. For business I am updating my knowledge in the realm of social media, WordPress and upgrading my Adobe  programs to CS5.5 to take advantage of advancements in InDesign, Photoshop and Dreamweaver. Always a […]

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lost and found

I have had ideas. Some have come to life in paintings, sculpture, stories and poems. Others have withered, turned stale on small scraps of paper in my desk drawer or languished in a multitude of partly filled notebooks. On some days, small days, I think “what’s the point?” I rant, sometimes rave, and then I […]

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from Fogust to Fogtember

The fog has climbed the hill to our house once again. It softens the texture of the landscape and makes my daily walks somehow different. It seems to hold mystery as it wraps itself around the familiar landscape, sometimes revealing it, sometimes hiding it. It’s a good metaphor for my life right now – fog […]

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of family and friends

Sometimes inspiration comes from a stone on a beach, fog breathing up the hill from a cold ocean or wind tangled in cedar branches. Sometimes inspiration comes from a determined 16 month old hand in mine or the words of an observant almost four year old super girl. Summer gives us a warm space for […]

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losing my self

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. Thomas Merton I got lost last week in clay – or at least “re-lost”. I immersed myself in a week long course at MISSA called Handbuilding – Tricks of the Trade with instructor Vince Pitelka. For me, the course was less about […]

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nothing is achieved without practice

I am working on a mixed media piece and have paused in its creation. It already has a name, “my days are numbered”,  which is one of the things I am certain of. I am also certain of the colors I am using. They manifested as I followed my intuition. But now I hesitate. Doubt […]

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i saw

in a raindrop i had it all in the palm of my hand opened and alive the perfect opposite of small one globe of pure water showing me the face of the unknown

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The Ugly Truth

So here it is – the base for my latest series based on some twitter poetry I did last year. (see the April 2010 archives for full details). It’s at the ugly stage. It’s very ugly to me but I decided to post it here in the spirit of creativity and as a witness (for […]

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life comes in

from a work in progress: from calloused hands, garden dirt and shoeless feet can come a clean lightness of being from hands hardened in morning light shaping intention into new diameters and feet eased by ocean’s lap can come a blue sense undone i wait here to feel it happen to unravel two years of […]

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