March 29, 2011

Bread, oil on canvas, 30" x 30"

March 28, 2011

Spring is coming.

March 25, 2011


Found out that the puppy I convinced my parents to adopt in 5th grade is very ill.
He is 14 now.

It breaks my heart to think
of how we bring
these dear creatures
(supremely loved)
into our lives
all the while knowing
that it is quite likely
that they will be gone
before us
and that after a time
with them
we will
(need to learn to)
say goodbye.

March 23, 2011

Light, light, light!
There's more in the evenings after work,
and it's amazing what a difference it makes.
Just like last year,
I wonder at how
the attitudes change:
the darkness
is cozy in December,
but by March,
it's begins to grow
cloying and heavy,
and it's the returning light
that brings us joy.

For me,
it is these unconscious inclinations
that suggest so strongly
that a life lived
in tune with the seasons
what we eat when, etc.)
is one that,
seems to make
a lot of sense.

March 21, 2011

March 17, 2011

At this time of the year
I always think
that winter
must feel tired.
The cozy newness
of the season
in November and December
is gone
and after getting the New Year started,
Winter nears the end of its term.
Its done its time
and as it (oh so slowly)
begins to turn the world over
to the next season
the light seems thin,
the cold weary,
and the wind aimless.

March 15, 2011

The extra light
in the evening
is so very much appreciated--
thank you, Daylight Savings.

(And this is my first
self-portrait since
I cropped most of my hair off!
It's so short now
and I love
how easeful it is).

March 10, 2011

Table II, finished.


Kevin Cooley - Svalbard

March 4, 2011

March 2, 2011

New sketches.


I was thinking today
about how I make choices
the materials I choose to use.
Dark ranges of trees,
a cliff side,
the river I hike along:
I reach for my camera first.
I feel almost no pull at all
to translate these scenes to paint
or to sketch them down on paper.
In fact,
painting landscapes does not interest me at all.
They are,
the first thing I seek out
when I am behind the lens.
Domestic moments,
the angles and patterns around my home,
the way blocks of color arrange themselves:
these things are usually
scribbled down
and later worked in oils
(though I photograph them too).
I often make these decisions
so it is interesting
to pause and examine
what I am doing
when I begin new work.

Do you have this experience?