Monday, August 30, 2021

Time Past

 We arrived home after dark.  There were tree branches in the driveway and no power.  I lit candles and made one cheese, one peanut butter sandwich and we shared the halves in the living room, him with a beer and me with my gin.  There was nothing to do but go to bed and continue finishing A Suitable Boy.  

Sunday, August 8, 2021

to be poetic

 Even Suvi hugged me - put her little warm blond baby head on my chest two times - when we said goodbye. 

Monday, July 19, 2021

the three graces

 journey to softness continues 

Guided by my grandmother penguin, my grandmother shark, and my mother muskrat.  

Art is an adventure.  More later xx

Friday, July 16, 2021

more later



I picked things up from the floor and put them in the wall.  Then I wrapped each one with more stuff from the floor.  

I’m working towards a deadline and it’s hard to stay focused. The kids gave me that Ghana basket.  More later. 

Thursday, July 1, 2021

my velvet penguin

 When I was little, my grandmother made me a soft animal for Christmas.  It was softer than soft.  A black velvet penguin with a white satin tummy.  Silk velvet.  Heavy silk satin.  That penguin changed my life.  I recall how it felt to touch it, pet it, hold it.  

Thursday, June 17, 2021

what is essential is invisible to the eye


It is necessary to be uncompromising.  You have to be, otherwise it’s crap you do.  I don’t want to. I don’t need to.  

Robert Frank