Author Archives for keirartworks

Loudly we gather

April 13, 2018

Future Bakery now has wifi and wall plugs for charging laptops.  This is good, because our B&B has no power at the moment, and there is course work to be done, due at 11pm. The B&B power is out because the hydro lines were clipped by the arm of a crane as it lifted drywall […]

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Forensics

April 8, 2018

10:20am, Sunday April 8; home & tucked into the couch under my fish blanket, with coffee number two. The paper chaos is less overwhelming; I’m now two thirds of my way through a financial study of what happened last year. What a time it was.  Full of equal parts rage and abundance, despair and deep, […]

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Driving Time

April 6, 2018

In July 2017 I bought a car.  At that time it had 45,000 km on the odometer, which is partly why I bought it. In our tradition of car-naming my daughter and I named him Thom, short for Thomas. Not Tommy, ever. He is an indigo Blue Honda Fit. By now, April, 2018, and Thom […]

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The hum beneath the noise

April 2, 2018

A sideways start to the day so my antennae have been awry. I’ve been picking up on things I wasn’t expecting to see or consider, so experiencing the odd sensation of living out two narratives at once:  the planned, artistic inquiry into functional art and the role of repetitive action in studio work, and the […]

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The Great Rise Above

March 27, 2018

A strategy emerges… Frustrated, once again, by an intolerable situation I find myself yearning, once again, to be in a position of greater power.  A very wise, intensely intelligent friend gently reminds me that there is already enormous power is in what I do, what I make, and the way I offer this to the […]

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Listening Blanket.

March 17, 2018

I find myself looking back through eight years. This is a lot like my recent experience of standing inside Yayoi Kusama’s infinity mirrors.  There is no floor, no boundary, no anchor point, nothing concrete, just a feeling of wonder, rising into awe. As I scan and assess these eight years passed through the lens of now, […]

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After a year of howls, gifts.

March 9, 2018

Not sure I can articulate this, yet. Harness has become a listening blanket. Rage has become discernment, patient, like a well-fed shark constantly in motion.   Pain has become beauty, complex, like music. like sky and lake. There is time. I am grateful for this, since it will take some time to make a new […]

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There’s a place where it fits

March 4, 2018

If you’ve done the work and you feel a strong something to be true, even if it goes against the grain, there’s a place for it. … but you need to listen, and see where that place is.  And when it is. Keep walking, pay attention. Make certain no living thing will be damaged. Then make it […]

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DNA- identity?

March 3, 2018

I’m tucked under a fish blanket in the summer porch of a lovely Air b&b in London Ontario. After a mess of driving through and around Southern Ontario (Owen Sound Toronto; Owen Sound; Waterloo; Owen Sound; Toronto; London) in the past week it’s good to be planted in the side porch of a stately old […]

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The S-Curve Tale

February 26, 2018

A curious thing happened during a conversation in a car. This led to an email query somewhere else. An oddly cheerful response came quickly and in the instant of that moment as it sunk in, I felt the foundations of my private inner world shift and crack.  Two months later the ground still feels unsteady […]

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Great ideas come in Bars

February 6, 2018

It’s amazing to me how much more relevant and interesting a book (Grbich 2013) about qualitative data analysis is, when I read it in an afternoon bar half-full of regulars. …subjectivity has value (meaning that both the views of the participant and those of you the researcher are to be respected, acknowledged, and incorporated as data, […]

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deer

February 3, 2018

The clouds sift fine, windless snow onto deck and branch here.  I’m grateful for the view of seventy-foot walnut, maple, spruce and ash through this window – ah, there’s the breeze, dancing the straight down flakes into dervishes. Driving this week has added three more verses and a bridge to my road song.  It’s interesting […]

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