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XTC #1, Drozda, Mixed/canvas I’ve been away from the blogosphere for the past five weeks as my first eStudio: AHA’s for the Art/Life: Tools for Change got born…a complete delight…a Luna tic labor of love. Last week I took a week off. Now I thought it would be perfect timing to engage . . . → Read More: MY 7 LINKS: Something a Little Different As ‘Memoir in Two Chapters’ unfolded from June 8-September 11 this little trio of new paintings took their place at the Contemporary Art Center of Virginia for the Faculty Exhibit. They’re from the current series ‘Birdwatching’. I’ve been a bird watcher all my life. Recently . . . → Read More: Bird’s Eye The evenings in the late summer garden are intoxicating with the scent of the Angel’s Trumpet swirling in through the window’s on the night breeze. I am saying thank you to All That Is for the ability to look back using the art form of the memoir. It allows a space for the gaze . . . → Read More: Angels Surround I immediately write a letter to thank Alice for all that I have gained as her guest. A week later the mailman delivers a large manilla envelope to my parent’s home. There I find five pages of her poems, four sheets of her small abstract watercolor paintings, and the most enraptured letter that . . . → Read More: Thank You Alice After a week on the road with the band and my two transcendent weeks with Alice my travel companion mildly twists her ankle. We must depart. I dissociate. It is unfathomable to imagine not being in the company of Alice. She has folded me under her wing. She has wrapped me in a . . . → Read More: Leaving the Farm “Within each woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity and ageless knowing.” Pinkola-Estes The next day I wander in the garden. I am startled and surprised as I find, squatting low among the rows of green beans gathering the long slender snaps into . . . → Read More: Meeting Alice On my way to the long low poultry houses I pass the large fenced vegetable garden. It feels like a sacred space, far more private than the rest of the surroundings, and so out of respect I have skirted it…until today. Now I unhook the rusted latch on the slatted wooden gate and . . . → Read More: My Earth Angel Following a week on the road the bus brings us back to the farm. Ths 300 acre Twitchell Farm is my opportunity to discover that something serene exists in the world beyond the chaos. For the first few days I wander. I hike the land until tired and then find a . . . → Read More: The Farm |
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