Well, some of it anyway. Here’s the story: In 2016 and 2017 when the world’s turmoil was accelerating and it was hard to figure out which side of arguments close friends might be on, I turned to art for solace. I made drawings, prints, photographs, and paintings as an expression of my feelings at the … Continue reading The dog ate my artwork.
Three things, before we jump in: One, I accept the dire and gruesome reality of the present world situation, and I choose to keep going in my tiny, ordinary life anyway, with a promise to look for, and honor, proof of beauty, kindness, hope, and companionship. Two, my teaser post on Monday prompted a few … Continue reading How to begin with the end in mind.
(For anyone counting, this is post 38 of 56.) If you know me in real life (and possibly even if you don't), then you know that I'm a serial starter, not a finisher. I am a non-stop idea factory, and I have countless started-but-never-finished blogs, businesses, books, essays, sewing projects, paintings, and projects to prove … Continue reading Something about finishing.
At heart I am an all or nothing woman, immoderate in every endeavor, no matter how much I pretend to be otherwise. Also, I often lack the ability to carry things through to completion, a characteristic that does not complement the other one well. Several years ago (Bernard and I disagree about the particulars), I … Continue reading en vacances