I-Park Artists Residency

finding a rhythm to my days requires a good kind of stubbornness on my part. I am working on a steady rhythm beyond that of my diet coke habit. So I get up each morning and ease down to the... Read More0

Generic tombstones? here this is the one I qualify for… Tom Thumb’s tomb stone…ah, my life is complete. ? Hmmm. I have reached my quota of social tourism. The company was great but I am not much of a tourist.... Read More0

Barnum museum in Bridgeport. This was available for purchase at garage sale. ? Location:Main St,Bridgeport,United States0

Sewing all day and nice end of day conversation with fellow resident, Lalie. I like Lalie and these other artists–all thinkers, slightly skewed sense of humor and way of seeing the world around them, hard workers, considerate of others, and... Read More0

Each day the lillies of the lake easy out acros the lakes surface a little further, a little denser. Sitting here ech morning has allowed me to see the process–the stems slowly easy up from the lakes subterranean.  I can... Read More0

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Good. I am physically exhausted. Who would ever imagine sewing old tire tubes would be so strenuous. My girl hands are spent!! The floppy ends are temporarily attached to cables (to left). So pardon the unresolved elements = in process.... Read More0

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My righting, oops, I mean writing, either works since my writing is my attempt to right the capsizing of my boat, my life. So I write to right. Original point before Freudian typo and tangent was that my words are... Read More0

i am afraid the sun will not burn through, the leaves are laden with moisture. The slightest breeze sends a cascade of liquid crystals spilling down. The air clings thickly with the a barely audiable chill.0

Hmmm! I’ve learned not to poke my fingertips with sharply cut (functions as needle and thread) baling wire. Occasionally I have forgotten and must relearn. OUCH! And it is a bit strange working out here with a forest as my... Read More0

She’ll stream down from the roof tops of the forest high, where the light streams in. Spreading out, funnel-like, she will spill down across the glade, as her mouth opens up for her grief poured out, her form will contain... Read More0

The morning, dripping with dew as  each web is respun.The slightest of wisps softly lifts from the surface as the sun clears a crystal path of warmth across this pond. Yes, the warm day already encroaches, as i pop open... Read More0

Still slick with what she spilled during her rumble… …magnificent and slightly frightening things catch my eye as I wandered back down to my work site. Naturally this site is out of doors…well because of doors and the limited scope... Read More0

I felt her an hour before she arrived. I listened to the hum of her low distant rumbles draw near. I smelled her moments before she was on top of me. Not as strongly as some, just faint as though... Read More0

I am out of diet coke!!! I sit here this misty morning on the lake with the slightest of moist chills upon the air, I know there is hope for today. It is grocery day! Soon my diet coke stash... Read More0

I am just southeast of East Haddam, due north of Old Lyme, I would guess a mere hop skip and a jump from New London, where my mother grew up and met my father, a young Coast Guard cadet. Her... Read More0