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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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An artist sheltered in place and Palm Sunday

The immense, heart-opening nostalgia of Palm Sunday in my mind and body. The Light of Christ Church, Palm Sunday Mass; Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Rose, Uncle Dom, Cousin Tommy, Mom, me – 50 years ago.   A large warm, newly, asphalted parking lot, a sign of spring in Clearwater, Florida; my second home of the […]

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One year (or more) of living deliberately

What if we lived deliberately? Everything that you do not have time for is exactly what you should be paying attention to. The animals that live in your house – that you gave shelter too that you ship off to doggie day care, or pay someone to walk because you do not pay attention to […]

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Generosity and Publishing (2)

During a long overdue dinner my mind was stopped by a very wise friend who recently read my post. “What if Suzuki never published?” she asked. I felt a shock go through my body. I was in a gap. Then a place of reasoning once my mind started again. Realizing – I had not thought […]

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Cleaning the Floor and Publishing

There is a thread here that it is about contentment. It is also about egolessness. It is my favorite part of day. I do not remember the last time I was able to enjoy it. 3:30-4:30ish, home; nowhere else physically or mentally. I note the position of the sun no matter the time of year […]

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The Intimate (and the Sacred) for the Audience

To see through this thick fog…The weight of the world is immense. To continue to make work feels superfluous and necessary; it is our culture.  In my mind resonates Trungpa Rinpoche’s words…,  “ …the horrors of a war that could destroy the world and its inhabitants…” I have been a studio practitioner for over 40 […]

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“Art Doesn’t Give a Shit”

That “art doesn’t give a shit”, revealed by painter Larry Poons, is arguably the most profound utterance of this Century. The imbalance of the market is extreme, we all know that. The luck of the draw is prevalent. It is who you know. Much deeper than all of that nonsense; when the artist is still, […]

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A Pure Art

For as long as I have made work I have thought about the importance of an artist’s anonymity. More specifically, the inherent significance of the work itself, a “pure art” as the artist Il Lee would describe it. My interest in artists like Reinhardt and Martin reflect this. There is a devilish element of swimming […]

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Accidentally Touching the Heart of the Drawer, Painter, Installation Maker, (etc.).

All artists do not make work from the same place. This does not mean that a particular form is privileged. But it does lead to a particular aesthetic. Work made from chaos and work made from the still and silent can produce two opposing forms. Beyond the “place” from which the artist works is the […]

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