Tag: art

2.26.2015

after a poem by Ono no Komachi too soon the bloom has slipped from the stem – a light lost over the deepening sill of evening and back and forth, the beads are slipped slowly down the thread while I wait with the rain

2.20.2015

that absence hangs around, a lone note held – b-flat drifting long after the tables have emptied a blind man would have known to find a way away from you but fire makes us stupid and before this space was vacant it. was. on. fire. … Continue reading 2.20.2015

2.12.2015

snippets from the past few days the snowdrops have been stepped on by some unwary foot - they are closer now to mud than to sky - but the crocus persists and the daffodils are showing their greening tips I had to side-step several puddles … Continue reading 2.12.2015

2.9.2015

I was the kid who was forever bringing home strays or baby birds. Some I’d thrust upon neighbors (apparently I was hard to resist), some would hang around, and some unfortunately wouldn’t make it. I stopped doing this when I hit about 12 years old. … Continue reading 2.9.2015

2.8.2015

I’ve been pushing around paint for the past couple of days. If that sounds semi-aggressive to you, you’d be right. I’ve pulled out the cheap brushes and the cheap studio canvas and I’ve been just relishing the chaos. “Inner Chaos, meet Outer Chaos. I’m sure … Continue reading 2.8.2015