I picked up this book from the library and gave it a quick read over the last few days. It is jarring and intense, and if you are a survivor of abuse, it is definitely triggering- so be warned. Eve’s father was sexually, physically and emotionally abusive to her from the age of 5. It
Category: Open Arts
Drafting another sculpture as part of my study of the color brown. This one is called Where are you going? and the colonization of Mars seems fitting as far as current ventures to escape reality.
Here is a snapshot of a current work in progress that is part of my study of the color brown. This sculpture is installed beneath a hibiscus tree highly trafficked by hummingbirds in my backyard. I am working on additional sculptures that will be secured to the table as I continue.
Anyone else out there try to catch the “Poem of the Day” from Poetry Foundation? I get the email each day, and tend to at least open it but sometimes they slip by. Today’s poem “How Wonderful” by Irving Feldman resonated with me.
Another wonderful example of that blur, this time between art and the natural world…
This week in ModPo we are studying the Beats and I called into the webcast earlier this week to add to the noise. In preparing for Meraki Radio this week, I was planning on reading poetry from the Sept and Oct POETRY magazines– in fact, I’ve been dragging these periodicals to the studio for the
I think a lot about the blur between science and art, how these two things that to some may seem exclusive, are anything but. Here, to me, is a beautiful example of that blur.
I posted originally about Morning Glory here, and am continuing the conversation with a second post including the cover, back cover, and a few other pages for your review. Please enjoy! Interestingly, there are a series of pages repeated in this volume, including the Uncle Horace poem I posted in the first review. I had thought
I found this compilation of poetry titled Morning Glory that was published by the California Lutheran College in 1977. There are authors included with each poem, but none of whom I am familiar. There is no information about who contributed to this book or how the organization was decided, etc. I am not sure what the
Summer (right) came into existence in early June and I posted an early photo of the abstract migrant before he even had a name. Summer got his name sometime on the road when he traveled with me to the East Coast. When I started the study of the color brown in August, Autumn showed up