Showing posts with label looking at my own work. Show all posts
Showing posts with label looking at my own work. Show all posts
Monday, April 21, 2025
Tuesday, February 6, 2024
Monday, November 14, 2022
Sunday, November 6, 2022
Stare
Stare
It is the way to educate your eye.
Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop.
Die knowing something.
You are not here long.
Walker Evans
Monday, October 31, 2022
abundance of memory
In the ordinary act of darning bedsheets with my mother, I experienced an intimate yet astonishing sense of unity in my thoughts, sensibilities, and actions. I found the possibility of containing such an abundance of memory and pain, even affection for life, in that way. A strange nostalgia, entirely mesmerizing. Kimsooja
Wednesday, October 27, 2021
how content I feel, complete
Played the piano at the dress rehearsal, made tacos and dough for gingerbread cookies, practiced piano with the girls and lost patience with all of them- am now going to quilt on my commission, Ned is watching Mash. Now he has gone up to bed. ‘You lazy dog’ he says to Rufus who is lying on the sofa. December 1991 journal entry.
That was then.
This is now. 30 years later. On the wall in my town studio, the reverse side of Mended World, one of the 4 meditation panels I made with members of my community in 2011. Blocked and cleaned after world tour with Masterworks: Abstract and Geometric. There is a Marimekko print on the back of each panel - 90 inches square, they hang in a local church.
When I go into the town studio, I start by reading one of my old journals to set a mood and find my self. It astounds me how busy I was with the children, yet still did the art.
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Tuesday, April 11, 2017
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