I stood grinning on a hill in the spring wind without the protection of my long winter coat and smelled the turning of the planet towards the sun. This Titanic winter season has run amok of the inevitable. As did the Titans when banished to the underworld and the unsinkable ship when torn by an … More Follow the loose rein
Not sure I can do it justice tonight. There’s a cool change I’m trying to put my finger on…. and a river rock I got in Manhattan in 2009…. I’m not really verbal. What’s rich for me resides in the resonance and richness of what is visual and tactile and aural – so these blogs … More Name the moment
Every once in a while I see a bald eagle in the sky, like poetry so beautiful and alive I stop breathing. We have entered the long cold of January. Winter came early this year – two months ago – to invite us deep inside where we can tend to the root of things, tune … More Release
We were in my studio where almost every inch of wall, floor table and shelf is crammed with stuff in process and use, with tools, & paint & vine charcoal & buttons & books & thread & blank paper & other paper covered with notes or ideas or solo, duet, trio, quartet or orchestral music. … More How do you know?
Delightful days, these. In the grand pause of morning I can recall at least one, sometimes three marvelously shocking, transcendent moments for each day of this month – some mine, others I’ve witnessed. Is this what you get when you jump into Georgian Bay at midnight on Nov 1? If so I’ll make it annual. … More These days