It is re-focus time in the studio. I have all weekend for this – just one little gig for an hour today, then back at it. I think of studio as a map both for and of my mind. It’s a container for schedule; a flexible structure that can be altered according to the needs … More Paper work
Snow is both light and heavy, slow and fast, visible and not. It’s a season of contrast. I live in a Canadian province that stretches from Windsor/Detroit (on a latitudinal par with Northern California) to Hudson’s Bay – a stretch between 42 and 57N; from carolinian forest to tundra – “Ontario is Canada’s second largest … More Solo
Home to find the Shire bathed in sunlight and still buried in snow. Three days home and yet another winter storm howls and screams at my north windows. It’s mid-march. I don’t feel in any way inclined to take pictures of this weather. But oh my studio is warm warm. Full of echoes left from … More The Sweet Ouch
I have two feet’s worth of projects to move from here to over there – from the possible to the more possible pile; to the surprisingly good pile, a few to the “well now I know that won’t work ever” pile. They all have a best before date; some of which I know, others I’ve … More find a reason
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?
The struggle for six hours daily to make fingers move at lightning speed, and in the balance of the day to re-shape one’s mind into a vast reservoir of history, style and technique, impress the right teachers and build the pedigrees that could make all the difference in earning potential – this felt, to my … More Enemy lines