Five nonfiction texts (scholarly sort of) – In order of exposure 1. Debord, Guy. The Society of the Spectacle. New York: Zone Books, 1995. Encountered – 2005 I read this while drifting maplessly afoot through Paris’ historic district in a... Read More0
I’ve a need to re-enter my blogging practice. In this case I shall simply dump a responsive reading assignment. The task at hand was to pull a quote from the text, explain how it functioned in the author’s argument and... Read More0
stripped loveseat. who knew i could learn so much from its undoing. i did extend back new legs reassembly wing back ottoman. plus Home Depot rubbermaid lawnchair for full sized humans as a measure of scale. oh yes. it is... Read More0
Color Up/Color DOWN Art Installations Opening March 15, 5-7pm Russ Pitman Park – 7112 Newcastle, Bellaire How does an artist respond to the theme: COLOR UP/COLOR DOWN, within the context of a nature conservancy? Now a sixth year tradition, this... Read More0
the wind stops my gait slows rhythmically while the sun dappled canopy whispers to nothing i swing to an ever slower stillness the groan of rubber soles speak the absence with each foot fall awaiting a single delicate trickel of... Read More0
throw back thursday on a slightly warming saturday. PG 13 yet more moderate than a Victoria secret catalog contemporary art lecture remembered…i show the first image and it took 15 minutes before anyone identifies how offensive my choices were. the... Read More0
ha. perhaps it is FATE that has me rethinking, reexamining and revisiting the mark and the facilitation of its practice. perhaps. (Link to associated handouts for projects) the mark and its exploration is not a new thing but ever beautiful... Read More0
i bite into the most fertile of a sam’s club globular red dragon. an explosion of spring expands in my mouth prematurely as i roll out amongst the dormant grasses and gnarled trees, red dragons contained and in tow. how... Read More0
there is a space in me dark and dank it is not a real space instead it is one of negative imaginings echoing with words both real and inferred that I’ve wrapped and wrapped hidden away i fight to stay... Read More0
Listening in the Gaps: Writing Workshop +Artist Way WorkshopBegin NEXT week, January 8/9, 2014 Register today@ kk.creativehabit [at] gmail.com Listening in the Gaps: Writing Workshop Kathryn Kelley Open to non-writers and writers [adults] Thursdays, 10:00 am – noon Begins January... Read More0
and the leafy fodder rustles freeing from the moisture’s cling and the wind catches the loose tendrils escaping the warming of my hood the rhythm of each swung gait a slowing pendulum when the crisp breath of morning whispers would... Read More0
i am reading Anne Truitt’s Day Journal. i picked it up (so to speak…more downloaded) i suppose for many of reasons. i am interested in why visual artists write. i write. i need to write. i am compelled to do... Read More0
my life narrows and widens. many tethers severed. probably more than i can actually handle, more than i can protect myself from (dangle). yup. there are definitely parts of me that dangle flipping about, dismoared. yet, the widening is an odd... Read More0
it was suggested that the first line of my book should read, “i make nine foot vaginas and i make a lot of them…” well for sure that is one way to start. of late i’ve been contemplating a phd... Read More0
[just an exercise] i do laugh for instantly two spaces call to mind when asked, “if you were a place, what place would you be?” a fun game of sorts but perhaps a tad too deeply revealing. but i will... Read More0
I’d say I am good at hiding this, attempt to pretend it isn’t so. a material shuffle surely leads to deep heart felt pangs and tears as I touch each object and realign it in my microforest studio. it drives it all... Read More0
i act like i know what i am doing. i think most people have this same bluff. clearly i’ve no idea. sure i have areas of expertise. i am pretty intuitive at some things. i get startled at what others... Read More0