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The artist is always faithful to longing, first.
What endures, poets create.
-Holderlin


Thresholds
Even though we're two weeks into January, my feet are still reaching for the ground. I feel like a toddler who's just learned to sit in a chair, but isn't quite sure how to get down. Am I supposed to hold onto the back or the side to make sure it doesn't tip over? Am I 1 inch or 7 inches from the floor? There are things to tend, tasks to organize, people to see and places to go but my balance is unsteady. While a new year tends to bring an innate quality of effervescence and
3 days ago4 min read


Round Up & Reflections
Perseverance Bay, a sketch for a 2026 project The month of December arrived silently through the back door, while November didn't want to leave the party. This melding of months, holidays and family, I don't remember it always being so atilt. It has felt like a perpetual Monday and today is Friday, I think. Maybe it was the big push to get the house finished, the workers out, and everything set up from furniture to books to paintings, beds made and bathroom towels hung to sp
Dec 5, 20253 min read


Sense of Place
I drink my coffee and the less than full moon floats between strands of clouds in a strawberry sherbet tinted sky. Pelicans cross our point individually, in pairs and as squadrons, cutting dark, prehistoric shapes against the waxing blue of morning. Back on Tropaco Point, we're once again surrounded by water and sky, living within a patchwork of blues and greens and a 280 degree ocean view. While lists still exist, my mind tired from taking stock of the details remaining to
Nov 10, 20254 min read


Finding the light
I'm struggling with what to write, where to start, unsure how to give presence to the page with my surroundings, the nuance, noise and...
Oct 1, 20255 min read
it's all in the unfolding
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