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8.20

Maine



from Wonderland, storm






the porch wall.
in which I really try for some patience and discipline to see, you know,
if I can do it.





slaved over this tree. Meh.





view from Cadillac, from several years ago. Just happen to like it still










8.20

Some Australia/New Zealand








Australia, on the way to Tree Tops, stopped to paint cow. Love cows.





Coast at Port Douglas. Intended to swim but beach was closed because of
beeeeg alligator roaming in shallow water. He's not bothered by kill jelly
fish.





From the docks of Queenstown. New Zealand is VERY gorgeous







7.24

I am writing
here
I am.

Fingers dazzle
triumphant with alpha
bets.

It's night here
and I am
tired.

Of not knowing
how people
feel about.

Is it
touching that?
Or, is it?







7.21




the land of oz
A collaboration
Of
Two close hearts
Four eyes
Four hands
One soul







7.14

I'm never alone
When the rain falls
Bouncing, leaping
On and off
leaves, roofs, flowers,
And memoirs
Writ indelible on my heart







7.13





I have been working on this painting for months, trying
to find both a solution to
the design and narrative that have come to me shrouded;
whose voice I hear
but whose visage is kept from me
and must be imagined.









After looking and looking at the painting
and feeling a favorite image, the small flower
was out of sync by size and temper,
I have made my own decoration,
imagined as
if I was making a flower
to stand for the florid moods of my brush.







5.20

Untitiled WIP 50x60 Absorbing aboriginal work into a piece about mermaids







4.26




In all the words
Are pictures
And in all my brushes words
Whispered
Gaped
Sighed







3.17











In all
the sky
where
the stars
the moon
the sun
alight
love lives
and escapes
a narrative
as perfidious
and wonderful
and impossible
as all those
aforementioned glitter
are unattainable
to the touch.







3.1

The Ides of March approach and with them the I'ds as in I'd have been happier if. My painting brought it to mind. you see, it has no course other than the act. We could be so happy if only we'd dare.







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