make bad. i was reminded of my mantra that set me free. it is ok to make bad art. actually you can’t get to the good stuff till you’ve worked through the bad making. this came to me while dana... Read More0
stitch, stitch, woman’s work. still working round the way in which i handle memory. exploring new understructure material–electrical conduit bolted together. i think when i fully understand the material, it will be a much quicker and lighter weight understructure to... Read More0
i stand to move to the studio. YOU ISOLATE the voice says. well i do live in the woods, my microforest, my hermitage. ok. instead, i stand, move with the gentle meal herd whom appeal. meander to the thrift. watch... Read More0
mentoring and facilitating making methodologies and explorations well, has required much. coasting or flying by the seat of my pants never an option though suggested by a colleague. it has made me girl soft! my little digital artifacts are a... Read More0
in grad school, i studied graphic communication, design. i literally ate up the language, socio-psych, philosophy, and cultural research along with the manipulation of the flat static space. ha. glasses then bifocals required in support of that munching. pushing back... Read More0
haven’t found a moveable rhythm. unpacking, i am still compressed, much as i was prior to trekking. still need to shake loose, decompress, unfold, decurl. silenced histories threaten to rewind. write to find my way forward. unpacking just needs to... Read More0
funny that my go to stress indicator is not going off at all. so there is forward looking fear, but not stress. perhaps this is why i unpack. my unpacking since grad school has been through language…the art, the making... Read More0
June 11, 2013 April 2013 dehinged dehoused I am looking for a door I’ve a stack clustered leaning dehinged dehoused more in my box absent passages invisible thresholds vacant nowheres there is no through there is a work buried in this thought.... Read More0
i fidget, worry, fret, wonder of dream, revisit ideations of risk, tentatively scratch and stroke the keys. in silence i unpack two years of untruths that i’ve allowed to be strapped to my back. around an agressor, i recess, withdraw,... Read More0
there is a hole. i find it. i remember the Units nonverbal disdain when i would step in it, real or metaphorical. i may not see it but inevitably i sense it coming. others, as he did, just stood and... Read More0
Mmmmm, alarm goes off with the light leaking round the walled curtain crevasses. I jump from the bed, grab the rumbling device from its charge, putting an end to its rhythmic aural harpy reminder that I cognitively premeditated this getting... Read More0
Disassembled, added cross beams, a few more to add, to whittle pieces down to small. Small meaning transportable, bahahaaaa, but doesn’t really mean small since they are still eight feet in height and about four feet in width. But much... Read More0
Putting my feet down for the month of June and a smidge of July as part of a fellowship at the Vermont Studio Center. As is my practice, I will write my way through as I find ground in this... Read More0
A tad discombobulated, as I am still coming off 3 1/2 half years (plus a fourth year prior but that one is a blur) of push and shove mostly in silence interspersed with blurts…I loved every moment of finding and... Read More0
Wanna back track and unpack my five day passage to this space, but my mind has already moved forward and as is my habit, much get swallowed in the wake of this moment. My norm is that a huge portion... Read More0
Love After Loveby Mary OliverThe time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcomeand say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give... Read More0