April 15th, 2016
April 3rd, 2016
I’m illustrating a story in just two colors. Which is three in a way, since the two sometimes overlap. And four if you include the white of the page. Things are often a lot more complicated, but whether you are writing with the 26 letters in the alphabet or rendering with a certain number of colors it is all about finding the patterns and revealing them. Or so it seems to me today, as clouds float by the window.
March 11th, 2016
Lately I have been feverishly experimenting with woodcutting. There’s a particular challenge when you introduce more than one color that bends my mind causing one plus one to equal 3 colors
Right now these are my two main influences: a Brazilian artist named José Borges and the logo for Mount Sinai Hospital. Soon I will post a few.
July 10th, 2015
Stitched together by groups of women in Uzbekistan, Suzanis make my heart sing.
February 27th, 2015
My daughter and her intended are soon to wed! (Their cats are Rambo and Cricket.)
November 27th, 2014
I am working on a story about birds. Or rather a story about birds is working on me. It has got me noticing how utterly obsessed the human race is with birds. And I’m thinking they don’t feel the same way about us.
September 27th, 2014
June 28th, 2014
Not for the first time I have been asked for a self portrait only to have it politely refused in favor of something more cheerfully normal. All of us are so many creatures, we wear so many hats.
This dear blogosphere is myself in my mind’s eye.
December 31st, 2013
I think the appeal of a resolution is that it promises to knit our lives into a story. I hunger for story as much as the next person, but I’m here to remind you we can’t decide what the story is really about before it begins. In this particular case it begins tomorrow.
One year I let go of the burden of a resolution that would wag a finger at me all year long. Instead of hoping to lose a few pounds or keep my closet neat, in some marvelous flash of self acceptance, I resolved to be willing to be surprised. Was this specific enough I fretted. Yes, indeed it was. Instead of being faced with my dreary failure to open mail more diligently or keep my desk clear I was cheered on by the persistence of my own folly. Leaving the window open just a crack I had let in a little more wonder.
December 15th, 2013
If you don’t know the trees you may be lost in the forest, but if you don’t know the stories you may be lost in life. —Siberian Elder