My parents just left after a lovely, elongated weekend visit. I feel quite bathed in affection, good wine, and tasty food. Since Dave and I moved to Portland, I only see them a few times a year, which is quite a change after living within a half hour of them for most of my life, [...]
Archive for August, 2009
Family Ties
Posted in Life, In & Out of the Studio, tagged crosscountry, moving, oregon, parents on August 27, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Immanence?*
Posted in Thinking Things Through, tagged cult, emerson, god, religion, the inscrutable meaning of life on August 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of our own mind.
—Emerson, Self-Reliance
*defined by Webster’s Third New International Dictionary as: 1: the state or [...]
Laziness. Or Synecdoche. Palimpsest.
Posted in Work in Progress, tagged jesse lichtenstein, literal-mindedness, poetry project on August 12, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
So, I started to write about the poetry project and instead deviated yet again into the litany of my discontents. Yeesh.
Did I forget to say how much I’m enjoying Jesse’s poems?
The main challenge in working from poems is that I’m so literal-minded, it takes me a while to get past the most obvious, pure illustrations [...]
Poetry Project
Posted in Thinking Things Through, tagged anne truitt, doubt, poetry project, searching for a way forward on August 7, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I have embarked on a new project, and uncharacteristically, it is a kind of collaboration. While we were on our blissful rafting trip down the John Day river a month ago, our friend Jesse Lichtenstein, a writer and poet, asked if I would be interested in collaborating, sharing his poems and my paintings and seeing [...]
Mysteries of Adulthood
Posted in Life, In & Out of the Studio, tagged I have the best husband in the world, Money, the goddess art is a jealous bitch, What IS the meaning of life for fuckssake?? on August 4, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Long, tearful soul-searching session with Dave recently on a Saturday morning, both of us in our underwear lolling about in the heat. (Side note: I am finding Portland to be an arid place this summer. It is relentlessly hot and dry, hasn’t rained in at least two months, and there are no lakes to [...]
