The Old and the Novel
The notion of a path or journey to describes one’s life is a bit overused, so I’ve made a conscious effort to avoid such a metaphor. The problem is that I have yet to find one that works as well.…
Gift Giving
Recent days have been especially conversation heavy. After all, there is a lot going on in the world, and nothing is as it seems. I depend on others—in books, online—to help me see what is beneath the surface, and I…
Sifting and Sorting the Pretty and the Beautiful
I have got to get some semblance of a writing routine wedged into my days. So, here I sit, with headphones plugged into some of the classical music offerings from Halidon on Youtube. Luke shares my studio. At the moment,…
Cultivation
On Wednesday, the kids and I started lessons for the year. Among other things, I asked that each read a poem and deal with art every day, and by dealing with art, I mean for them to draw something, watch…
Are Any of Us Qualified?
I’ve spent many hours writing about art, even though I don’t feel especially qualified for the job. Come to think of it, I don’t feel especially qualified to make art, either. No matter. Do what you love, and you’ll love…
In My Head
If there were any day to sit down and write, this would seem to be the one. Jeff and Nick are not here to work on the porch, Luke is using my studio as an office, and everyone else is…
I Keep Trying to Clean my Room
Maybe it’s because I can’t escape the bits and bobs about politics that manage to fit through the nooks and crannies of my life, but I keep thinking about something Jordan Peterson said in an interview or lecture on not…