Priestess

This quote, by way of the fabulous expressive arts teacher Chris Zydel, felt especially powerful and relevant in this glorious Springtime with regard to the priestesses who practice and gift art. All my gratitude to you for sharing, dear Chris!                      Today, I would describe a priestess as a woman…

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Don’t Forget the Lions

One weekday afternoon this summer, sitting in my back yard lazily writing, I feel a sudden urge to get thee to the zoo, Kat! I tell a friend who calls just as I am packing my water bottle, lip balm and keys: “I’m going to touch some lion skin.” (Which is odd because I have…

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In a Season of Everyone Changing …

In a Season of everyone changing, changing incessantly and with great warmth and fervor, I find: In the green water; clear and warm, Susanna lay. She searched The touch of springs And found Concealed imaginings. She sighed, For so much melody. —Wallace Stevens, “Peter Quince at the Clavier” (originally posted on Thursday, June 13, 2013)

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Lustre

Sometimes when I get overwhelmed, I wish art—all of it—would go away for 500 years. Let things settle and land where they will, let’s see what we see in the clearing. But this feeling of course passes, and I awake with fresh eyes, eager to play anew, eager to win and love and lose in…

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New Work, New Hat

Dear Friends ~ I spent the better part of this afternoon listening to an interview with screenwriter Paul Attanasio (Donnie Brasco, Quiz Show) and soaking in John Cassavetes’ The Killing of a Chinese Bookie (both versions). I have been working on, or I should say listening to, a new book that came through a while…

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A Rowing Poem

In the late afternoon, (I don’t have much control these days / dissolving like a sugar cube in hot water) this is what comes through when I paint :  A male figure in a tree, embraced by a female. Gods like two stars they spill over. (Remember the dream of us as two whitenesses walking,…

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Missing My Mother

First, I would like to borrow a line from dear Christine, who wrote, when her mother Kay passed away this summer: Please forgive anything I ever said or did that was less than the love of Great Spirit. Everything beautiful reminds me of her ~ every sunny, beautiful moment and how I can still see…

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The Dream Painting

This is the first painting I am creating inspired directly by a dream. A dream directive. And it might be the first piece I have ever started with a sketch in hand. I have been working on it with glee, in a trance for several hours each week for the past month. Gessoing it took…

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