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The pause that heals
Three days at the cabin, full moon, gentle lake, a tree frog chorus every night, the loons calling, and trumpeter swans. Feeling much better than I did.
The last five. Spring Show of new work June 19 #ConversationPieces – by me. Sign up to my newsletter for more info and previews/ first dibs
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Old things and dungeons
Grocery store “…ya, seven car pileup in Dundalk. I’m not going home to London looks like…” snowfort stories – there were three of us, so … that’s when the snowbanks along the roads were 14 feet high- we used to run along the top and jump over the hydro lines… I guess some people like winter, […]
…major dharmic interventions…
It’s become a bit like being in my own reality TV show, this process of getting paintings out the door. The day has just passed that I’d targeted as my deadline, barring a major dharmic intervention. I will say that I have made great progress, and these two huge impossibles are very close to being […]
almost
None of us are immune. Just when you think you can see it all and taste the sunbeam of good finish, a painting problem will like a brick wall whose only purpose is to humble you. So, laugh or be flattened like Wile E. Coyote, to bonelessly slide down the mountain. Or both. I pick […]
Saturday morning, 4am
Yesterday was requiem day as I worked in the studio, which seemed fitting, somehow. Every layer of grief and joy is expressed and exposed in them – the Mozart, the Brahms, the Faure, the Rutter. Outside my windows there raged a storm that tore hydro lines and uprooted trees – for a while my phone […]
Loving my inner moose
This becomes surreal. I’m curious about my behavioral boundaries and how they might get distorted in the overflow of this steadily increasing sleep deficit. If I were a Christian Mystic I’d be well on my way to a Grand Vision by now. If I were a shaman who’d also been fasting this whole time, I’d […]
green gathers under
The morning is still still and grey weighed down by two feet of spring snow. Even the sky is heavy. The birds do their best to lighten things up but we have no warm welcome for them this year after the long flight north. Just heavy grey, heavy snow, covered in old rabbit tracks. It […]
the joy of stupid
I awoke into one syllable: Um. And then another: Agh! What day is it? Saturday. Um? holiday weekend; shoes to kid for 9am, studio; funeral at 2pm; kayak & good, time at home Where am I? Full Moon. You are in a full moon. Um. And then I remembered how much rich, satisfying fun I […]
studio re-volution
inspired inspired by all the input these past few days – New Zealand, Ukraine & the Balkans (via Toronto), Russia, Romania, Rwanda, Scotland – folks from all these places gathered here to talk, play and sing about change & re-volution. All of it a huge call to collectively change the way we think. Well, I’m […]
Life is good.
What a rich world we are in here. I’m surrounded by colour and flavour and scent, birdsong, squirrel screeching and leaves describing the breeze. Internally too – three new large creative projects on the go – fabric art, an installation/ performance art piece on the value, history and beauty of hand tools, and a new […]