First of all, in case you're curious: Yes; she actually sleeps just like that, standing up, with her head resting on me. She is ridiculous, my sweet, old (so old) brown doggie. We are ridiculous together, in this ridiculous , ridiculous year. On that note: https://vimeo.com/488363490 What creativity sometimes looks like. And yes, I did … Continue reading A few things: December 2020
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A few things: August 2019
I had such a funny story to share with you, and I was so pleased with myself to have a funny story to share before sharing the not-funny story that has been on my mind in recent weeks. It was all there, the funny story, in my head, in the morning, while I was making … Continue reading A few things: August 2019
Let’s get it started.
This will be short, because we have work to to. It may also be obvious to you, but it wasn't for me. So here goes. I was lying in bed one night recently, catching up on the unimportant, non-depressing kinds of news, when I ran across an essay by Bobbi Brown about her decision … Continue reading Let’s get it started.
The splendid table.
From my window, I am watching the neighbor's dog survey her kingdom. She is sitting atop a wrought-iron table, under a green canvas umbrella, watching birds and squirrels and, perhaps, a few invisible things of her own imagining. She is the picture of utter contentment. I should get up and do something, should walk or … Continue reading The splendid table.
Please, box me in.
I used to think it was just me. (I know, poor grammar. Blah, blah.) Anyway, I used to think I was the only one, the sole outlier who, even when given ample time to write a speech, etc., would do absolutely anything to avoid getting started. Surely I was the only one stupid enough to … Continue reading Please, box me in.
Me, myself and I.
Like a number of artists and photographers, I have a portfolio of self-portraits that range from serious to silly. Many of the earliest ones, taken while I was studying photography in college, were inspired by the immensely talented Francesca Woodman, who tragically took her gifts with her when she took her life. Her self-portraits were … Continue reading Me, myself and I.