Sunday, July 31, 2011

I love you, friends. I will be back on the planet soon!

This is part of a growing effort I'm making to let my friends know that I THINK ABOUT THEM A LOT AND LOVE THEM (so many of whom are so far away :/ great for them...sad for get-together chances). I've missed a lot of phone calls lately because of this or that or just stress. This year has been so intense and my chances of going to Boston, or Philly, or New York, or Chicago or etc. etc for visits are a big fat zero. So here are presents! Which can be thrown away or put on refrigerators or whatever you choose. It's a way to get back to doodling even if it's with the only thing I have at the apartment currently: markers? Okay. Drawing for fun has been a non-existent practice in my life lately and it shouldn't be, given it is so relaxing. So I get to feel like a kid with crayolas again and I get some mail-love out too. I ran into a friend while we were out last night and it made me so incredibly happy to see her...I'm not a very good leisure phone correspondent but there are some things I definitely can do in the meantime while I try to free up some time.

Hello Woodchuck. You go out as soon as I can get to the post-office!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Know your elephant.

So much work being done and so little visible output. It's not that kind of work lately. But I've felt a flurry of energy today and, well, if for no other reason than to play with markers, I sketched an elephant. I consider this "sketchbook." The first of it in a long time. Ah, do wonders for the spirit!

I really like elephants. I like chickens too.

I told Alex I originally sat down to draw a chicken. I think I'm going to sit down and draw all these chickens now...

Market Day!

Another beautiful day at the Regional Market. Freshly cut flowers and lots of vegetables, legumes, and baked goods. Then we stumbled upon the Arts & Crafts Fest in Columbus Circle. There were so many vendors! Lots of great pottery. I got this lovely stoneware pitcher from Roockware Pottery. My only two regrets from SU are not having taken a ceramics class and not having taken a weaving class. In due time...

Friday, July 29, 2011

Week's close.

This is the general feel of today-of the end of a long week-of body ache and of rest-of feeling like rejuvenation was a long time coming-tired, finally clean, satisfied-quiet wakefulness and the realization of subtle sensation, life, growth, and the need for nourishment-how nature is mirror and self.

I love my job. I love my new job, that is.

And weekends are for making music and staying up late.

Sunday, July 17, 2011


In Colorado! It's temporary "office" is a rooftop terrace looking out over the mountains and the air smells remarkable. We made it in time for a Saturday morning market and bought fresh flowers from the Zephyros Farm and Garden tent as well as some fresh bread and vegetables. This farm makes me want to open up a florist shop/herb garden/apothecary/plant nursery even more. Pipe dream for if I'm fortunate enough to retire early. Or win the lottery.

Lightning storm in Denver as we landed...if lightning doesn't interest you, this will be boring. But if you're from the Northeast, which I am, you don't see this everyday.

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Latest thing...

Functional. Practical. Creative. Unusual. Homespun. More progress made à la maison de Zehr-Biegler. I enjoyed making this right piece so much and frankly, I love it and could produce it quickly and happily over and over again with variations galore. Nothing makes me happier than beauty and creation in the home. And this was so simple (part of why I like the solution so much). I would love to share it with those of like taste (thank you internet for your infinite sharing possibilities). Working on that.

Bookshelf! I have you back! I have lived over a year without them...the pieces of me that other people have written. Never again. They are part of me like my eyes are part of me. I pulled W.H. Auden off the shelf, flipped it open to the first poem marked by a torn piece of napkin and wept as I read "Song for St. Cecilia's Day." The power of so rarely you find someone who understands the medium. And wields his or her fluency and mastery like a wand, rendering any reader or listener speechless. And perhaps in tears. But most importantly feeling something so completely. A feeling not created by, but summoned by the artist. Words are art. All the time. Like any other creating is. Sometimes I forget their value. And I am reminded to make an effort not to cheapen it.

Friday, July 8, 2011

A hint of life.

Moving! Again. Well, there is a silver lining, new designs for a new space and new inspiration and projects! Here is just a little bit of what we're creating. Curtains, shelves of all kinds, bars, wine many trips to Lowe's. It's fun! Tiring. But we both have an uncanny knack for nesting and we can't stop until we're "settled" just like we want to be. More to come!