Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

revisiting Rilke.

The transformed speaks only to relinquishers.
All holders-on are stranglers.
--Rainer Maria Rilke, trans. by Edward Snow

Monday, December 21, 2009

Sunday, December 20, 2009

All day and into the night as it comes to a dreadfully cold end.

All day

All day

All day

NYTimes: At 94, She’s the Hot New Thing in Painting

From The New York Times:

At 94, She's the Hot New Thing in Painting

After six decades of very private painting, Carmen Herrera is basking
in the realization that her career is finally, undeniably, taking off.

All day

All day

All day

All day

23 all day today


Wednesday, December 16, 2009


I am not sure there is even a remote indication

Of how this actually presents itself as it fills out my studio and invades my kitchen, bedroom and general living space. My work does not lend itself to a static flat replication or recitation...nor does my life.

This side is a little too squid like for my tastes, will adapt and push it away from that connotation.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

I hope you have a good day.

I hope you find the gift of breath, the sky rich with blue, the air crisp with the cool December 10th morning, that you find peace in the green that grows wild even in the city and joy in your friends. I hope this December 10th is a good day. It and you are not forgotten and are of great value. I am glad you are.

I'd tell you myself but it is not an option. So I'll just have to hope these things for you in the silence of cyberspace. And so I do.

Friday, December 04, 2009

doors shut; studio heating up after a day of cutting floorboards

burrrr! i am still a bit cold.
studio will warm up and then
i will hunker down for the night!

tomorrow i'll brave the cold and begin sewing the tubes for this piece...this highly modular piece! yes yes yes yes it is modular!

It was just like this last year

I recall sitting in a freezing cold sushi place with people I once knew and loved. I watched the snow while they discussed all the things wrong with the world. The snow comes again with the cold; they do not.

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Can I name one of my own inner contradictions?
Do I think God can still love me?
an I love myself?

We must be willing to admit to the contradictions inside of us, and still let God love us in that partial state. Once we agree to see our own shadow side, our own foolishness, and our own sin and still know that God has not abandoned us, we become a living paradox that reveals the goodness of God. This is what the tax collectors and prostitutes had to do, and this is what changed them.

Once we know that God lives inside our contradictions, and God’s love is not dependent on our perfection, then other peoples’ contradictions don’t scandalize us or surprise us anymore.

I am a mass of contradictions and yet I am also a saint. I am a very good person, and I am also a sinful person. I get it and yet I oppose it too. Are both of these true? Yes, both are always true and forever true; for some wonderful reason that is what God loves.

Adapted from Preparing For Christmas, pp. 41-42

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