Tuesday, October 21, 2014

home again home again

I'm back home now ... I could feel the damp air in the jetway as I was coming off the plane ... I missed that.



Here, air is water. Evaporation and precipitation have equal time and complete cooperation.

I also know I'm back home with reminders like this one. A screen shot saved by my daughter after drilling Siri.


Here's another one:


I just have to smile.


Saturday, October 18, 2014

reading


I am finding myself devouring books this long and far from home weekend - two down, one to go.

Hold the Dark by William Giraldi:
If Quentin Tarentino wrote books, he could have written this one. An eccentric story filled with over the top bloodshed and odd humor. It takes place in Alaska where everything is weird anyway. I give it three out of four stars (or bullets).

The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman: 
As imaginative a story as Raold Dahl, Maurice Sendak, or Lewis Carroll could have written. I loved this book and reading it brought me back to my own childhood. The strange combination of terror and comfort that comes in the night. I give this book five out of four stars.

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho: it looks promising ....

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Boulder CO


Where I walked to on my morning walk this morning. Despite the idyllic image, this is a very suburban area. 

This little guy will be happy to tell you all about it. He thought my phone was a slice of bread and had to march up and taste it. A very suburban duck.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

travel notebook


I'm leaving tomorrow for a long weekend visiting with family and realized after packing my bag that I needed a notebook to journal the trip.


The how to:

A natural or kraft notebook (not a slick or shiny finish)
Photograph
Book text
Mod podge (or any other acrylic gel medium)

I trimmed the photo to fit, sanded the edges with fine grit sand paper, then peeled off the back layer of photo paper. This gives you a thinner photo to work with as well as giving you a nice texture for gluing the photo to the notebook. Apply mod podge to the back of the photo and to the cover of the notebook. Position photo and smooth out any bubbles. Apply another coat to the top of the photo, continuing to smooth out any bubbles. Add text. Apply mod podge over all. Let dry. Pack in your bag.

Friday, October 3, 2014

Path and Toast


(this is where I walk to on some mornings)


"The difference between a path and a road is not only the obvious one. 
A path is little more than a habit that comes with knowledge of a place. It is a sort of ritual of familiarity. As a form, it is a form of contact with a known landscape. It is not destructive. It is the perfect adaptation, through experience and familiarity, of movement to place; it obeys the natural contours; such obstacles as it meets it goes around."
-Wendell Berry, The Art of the Commonplace: The Agrarian Essays

In these last few weeks I have been plodding with my feet on my usual path while at the same time searching with my eyes for The Highway. Earlier this summer my thinking was that I should be looking for a job. Then I made a decision to apply for entry into a juried art show. Neither idea is "panning out" and with both of those Trains of Thought I find myself still moving on foot power along this path I know better. What would I call this path? I read an interesting article about toast of all things and am left with this statement:

What is your useful skill in a tangible situation?

It grounds me. 

This is why: 
Because I know my useful skill. 
Because I know my tangible situation. 
That is Path.

Dear reader - we all have this same struggle - be encouraged on Your Path today.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

more dahlias

using more of the dahlia prints I came up with another little assemblage


"He attempted to explain apologetically with flowers. 41"

I'm poking fun at that eons old romantic tension we all know so well.


It's the word "attempted" that sets the scene here. Who exactly "he" is doesn't really matter because you all know what I mean. The lame apology accompanied by some token or pennance - while we stand in a place of power - assessing its worth. We are usually the better communicators and "he" is left grasping at straws (or flowers) trying to get back into our good graces. It really isn't much of a fair fight is it?


About the number 41:
I find myself adding numbers to almost all of my work. It's fascinating to me. For instance, number 41 a super singular prime number, a Sophie Germaine prime, a Newman-Shanks-Williams prime, an Eisenstein Prime with no imaginary part and real part of the form 3n-1. It could also refer to a Psalm, a Sonnet, a Dave Matthews song, or a president.

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

end of summer

this is something I created as an "homage" to one of the most beautiful summers I have ever experienced since moving up here to the Pacific Northwest - where summer is not always guaranteed

it was also a birthday gift for "Ma Mere" (having waited to post this until after the celebration)


... and fall is in the air today - a beauty all its own awaits us ...

Ingredients:
-My own photograph: a well sanded print below; a smaller pristine square above
-Book text
-Thread
-Glass, chain, copper tape, solder