What an intense beginning to October it has been. It feels like I’ve been birth canal-ed – squeezed into a ‘passage through’ from that September of structural change (schedule, mental, energetic) into this October of ‘Now, GROW’. This is the first morning of stillness after a massive storm of People and Events and I find myself … More Value
Veritas. It’s dark down there – difficult to see, to dig and keep digging. At the bottom of it, when you get there, you find an understanding that changes the shape of your world. I’ve just watched a film about a young prosecutor with great natural integrity who is working in Frankfurt just … More Colour Pages #7: White
in the approach to Christmas 2014… … More Wonder, wander
I’m at the stage of production for this show that’s the most intense on all levels – emotional, psychological, mental and physical. Each piece has its’ own trajectory and arc, and I work in collaboration with this. There are sixteen different painting ‘trajectories’ to define and follow to completion – in 22 days – if … More #Selfie 11 – Truth beneath the truth
..if you find a loose end, then follow the thread back to where they all connect to the same warp and weft, where the shuttle sails on, left to right, right to left, and the pedals shift the taught colours up then not, then down again, humming. I can’t express how significant the changes in … More Warp and weft
A fog-laden wind sifts through tree boughs to the northwest. Into my left ear the presto drip of snowmelt on metal roof is punctuated by a random slide, thunk of heavier stuff pulled to ground. On my lap, the steady, thundering purr of kitten. The dark outside is thick with visible air, like stirred winter … More January 2013
A black squirrel just yelled at me for 3 straight minutes while hanging upside-down on the trunk of a downtown spruce tree. Was that because I was reading a book about Jungian psychology while sitting in a red car and wearing a red sweater? It can’t have been for no reason whatsoever, so it must … More Red?
Heavy frost, on the penultimate day of March. Hard, biting ice covers the new hyacinths, the swollen buds on rowan and cherry, the green green grass. We’ve worried about this, and more, for thirty days. This month came to us sweet and warm out of February, as though we had permission to leap over mucky … More Ceasar, and The Fringe #1.