LARAC Calls for art in 2017, I answer
Gone are the days of toting a portfolio of work around to galleries. I didn’t even have to make a CD. In this new Internet age, many things have become so much easier.
Weekend Wonders: Finding the Sisterhood of Poets
It is a great thing to find (at any point in life) that you belong somewhere, with some people, who’ve been traveling the same road you were all along. One day you meet them, recognize each other, and your lives are all the richer for it…
Bedlam Farm Open House: Reading today
He and Maria are my heroes, my supporters. They have truly made their art, their work, and their life into one great world, and they are open to sharing that world with others.
AROUND THE FARM: Uncovering new possibilities
The greenhouse, though potentially functional, was the last real eyesore for me on the farm. Sitting there, raw and naked in the sun, weeds and chipmunk burrows sprouting up through the gravel base….
THROUGH MY LENS: hide and seek
Maybe they speak to something we are all craving, a kind of old-fashionedness an owl reminds us of…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: sandpaper
blossoming, burning, trail blazing deeper, leaving only a dry dust in it’s wake…
Doug the dog, and Father’s Day
Doug was smart and handsome and a bit rough around the edges. People often crossed to the other side of the sidewalk when they saw him, thinking I had a werewolf on leash or something. But he loved his human family with unfailing devotion.
THROUGH MY LENS: poppies, my sweet
With the soft blue-purple irises starting to fade behind them into the background, the bright blooms come alive even more…
A Visit to Bedlam Farm
While I was there Jon sat me down for a photoshoot. It was a beautiful day, and though I don’t really enjoy having my picture taken, I knew better than to argue…
FRESH OFF THE PAGE: in between
shadows fierce, bound, inside my suit of skin, ready, every moment, to rise up blazing, meet the light, and stare it down…
