It’s Not Always Pretty: Wabi Sabi, Shadows and Creative empowerment
If the intention in our art is authenticity, then nothing gets spared or glossed over. Shadows are engaged and reckoned with as much as sunshine. What is ugly or … Keep reading . . .
What folly it is to try to capture something that feels like a slippery fish: you’ve got it—and then it flies off the line or out of your hand, flipping and gyrating back into the water: splash! You can describe… Keep reading . . .
The Long Pause
I miss the quiet, empty spaces,
ears re-tuned to birdsong;
making bread and growing things;
sitting on front porches waving to passersby,
the neighbors we never met before;
idle walks and talks and noticing
the … Keep reading . . .
Daily wonderings
As i walk through my neighborhood each morning, I am struck by a random thought. However absurd it seems, I follow the thread and a story emerges in the form of a poem. Today it was “meeting one’s … Keep reading . . .
What hero’s journey is this, undertaken in solitude, the portal a canvas or blank page?
The artist’s life is largely interior, the company we keep living “rent free” in our heads. Any demons battled take form as doubt, fear, self- … Keep reading . . .
