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No Pictures: notes from the studio

Fire and Ice Have Never Been Closer?

January 5, 2022 It is winter quiet. Heavy silence, light cool gray, beautiful. Snow is expected. Installation of show delayed by a day or two. The road off the mountain, 4.5 miles of dirt and rock, at times winding, covered with ice and snow; up to the neighbors good graces to plow. Fear among the […]

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Pulling in the Distance

Grandpa was always in the garden, in the distance. Those I love and admire – in the garden, in the distance. As a first generation college student (before the designation existed) what happened?  By that I mean, what did I learn? How did I conduct my life? A “disgrace” to my mother – though others […]

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To move

A mark of time, turning our clocks back, fall – winter – spring. It has been one week since the closing on the studio in New Mexico took place. Saturday afternoon. Since the first week of September there has been a sense of rest. It is the first week of November. Sun setting, focused on […]

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August 1, ’21

It is true one can be an artist anywhere. Recognition is not included in the equation. There has only been one thing more important than my work. It is hard for me to believe this even as I write it, but it is true. The only other thing that has taken priority is living my […]

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Your Hunger Betrays You

August 2020 began my series Your Hunger Betrays You. The idea occurred spontaneously. Upon encountering someone as I was walking, I felt the sentence Your Hunger Betrays You arrive. I immediately returned to the studio to work with what lingered. Taking a paper bag out of the trash, I began. The pieces expand upon earlier […]

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Returning to the Mountain (II)

The painter and teacher Enrique Martinez Celaya, has said, understandably, that one does not let everything out of their studio. I believe this, particularly at a time of intense social media engagement by artists. We are moved to engage and that is good. However, there are times to “let work out” of the studio. That […]

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The Daily (I)

December 11. Morning, 6am. Winter dark. The light comes quickly. Cats watch the sunrise, I watch them watching. Tea. Ritual. Home studio is up and running. I plan my travel escape post pandemic. Mentally trekking the distance, locations of summer studios I plan to inhabit. In a constant space of sending out best thoughts for […]

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Transmission in the Land of Art and Teachers

The word transmission defined in Merriam Webster….  A nerve impulse across a synapse. Teachers are always students. A truly profound transmission from teacher to student is rare. When a student receives a transmission from a teacher it pierces their heart. It is felt through their entire body – it is carried for days physically, it […]

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Returning to the Mountain (I)

The moon is a sliver and the crickets are in the same place they have been for nearly 20 years now. Two rabbits are living in the grass in the front of the house. It is dark, cool and 8:30pm. I’m writing from what was the home (mountain) studio. At the end of this year […]

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when it rains

All my ancient twisted Karma From begnningless greed hate and delusion Born of body speech and mind  I now fully atone. Cats. Tea. Birds singing busily outside. I am in my newly “acquired” office that was a studio and before that a bedroom. I share it with the cats, using a gomden at a low […]

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