Annie Dillard and gathering at The Gallery on Greene, Key West

 

 

 

 

in Molly's Garden

Sunrise, Wednesday morning -- from White Street Pier

from my corner of the world

Juliet and Romeo

a lot of what I know about stalking images I learned from these two in the yarden on Seidenberg --

new work

view from the patio at Pepe's on Caroline Street

Alfred, 'splaining things

...while mother Molly the Unsinkable and I listen

Anonymous Garden

Afternoon Stalking

Timing is everything. Time is now.

-- thinking about tomorrow's "Strategy Workshop: Getting Where You Want To Go As An Artist" at The Studios of Key West [with Naomi Cohn, "poet, professional coach and strategic planner for non-profits and individual artists...currently in residence at TSKW"]

-- certainly, it is my desire to devote full attention to my heart/mind's wishes...It is fortunate that I have employment that is financing the beginnings of this future I am pursuing. The time will come, when I make transition from living in two worlds and begin to "sing a simple song", and fulfill the development of the crafts I began so long ago, before necessity required that I shift gears. The idea of blooming, blossoming, unfolding, unfurling, of noticing/observing and expressing that process, appeals to my nature and I want to feed it.

-- earlier this afternoon I was taking a break and reading Jeanette Winterson's novel, The PowerBook. Her character says: "Here's my life, steel-hitched at one end into my mother's belly, then thrown out across nothing, like an Indian rope trick. Continually I cut and retie the rope. I haul myself up, slither down. What keeps the tension is the tension itself -- the pull between what I am and what I can become. The tug of war between the world I inherit and the world I invent."

The timing was inspiring.

The character goes on to say: "I keep pulling at the rope. I keep pulling as hard as I can. If the rope starts to fray in places, it doesn't matter. I am so tightly folded, like a fern or an ammonite, that as I unravel, the actual and the imagined unloose together, just as they are spliced together -- life's fibres knotted in time."

Instrumental moment in Santa Fe -- October 2009

one thing leads to another

[it's celtic blood runs through my veins]


It was that phrase I searched, finding this, and in finding that, I found this. I'll understand better what this means to me later, but for now I  appreciate serendipitous connection.


Many of you will find the links on Lang's website interesting and useful.

Lignum Vitae, matted and framed

"Lignum Vitae" -- Dr. Monica Dahl has three prints of this image [from my Monica's Yarden series] -- 

this is the first matted and framed --

Rooster comes a callin'