a place to put things, like a shelf

Oh prankster, I am a train on tracks headed to every station with open doors. Barreling. Nothing comes from nothing, but some things come from something. I am touching every moss that calls, and stepping on sponges. I wish I knew every tree. Commitment to craft is proof of care. The same could be said about anything. Nearly. Oh to approach the world with a smile on the face. Oh to be so dedicated to anything. Let me hold everything in my hand. Let me touch, paw, think, see, and not be able to decide which is most important. May every image hold more images. May jokes be loud and secrets shared. Chartreuse, ultramarine, vermillion. Some things are worth holding on to. May right times come when they do, may I know the clock and the tides. What if, what if, what if! Affirmations: There is real interest that exists and it could actually all be possible and all I have to do is believe and believe and believe unrelentingly. And of course, not keep it all to myself. Oh goodness, sharing! Bana...

Early fall foggy misty dew morning that gets my boots wet! I am bouncing along like a slightly-past-prime helium balloon. I know when to push it, but I'm not sure I know when to not. I wish it didn't take walking right up to the line to know I have the power of 100 ponies within me. Where do you hold the reins? When do you let go? Even after questioning and working and putting together more more more until the last moment I am still hung up on certain hangings. There's something so rewardingly exhausting about the speed of the train. And the momentum that keeps the wheels turning. I will not be depleted.  I am a machine! I have turned myself into a machine. May I not lose my humanity. It's time for foraging. I am eating raspberries off the thorny vines and holding everything in my palm. May there be more detours. May every rest stop be more restful less stop. Thank you to those who encourage the scenic byway. By way of seeing anything is scenic (byway). There is a hungr...

Dearest gnawers,  I am a Russian nesting doll of an animal kingdom.  A new project of instant gratification (though really, how often is gratification really found instantly, how instant can i call something that is still sustained effort). Plastic plastic plastic. Vignettes but without (or in some way also perhaps with) a dark halo. Many conversations and questions and also some disagreements about how to hold this new work. A slice of my life, a slice of my house? Something imbued with the same sense of this thing on top of this other thing. Imagine being soft and snug like a can of stuffed shrimp. how many hooves does it take to make a hand? Maybe you have to see what's fake in order to know what's real. Inherent material meaning, knowing what it would feel like on your tongue just by looking. Oh to be so slippery. Oh to be a pony, stuck being a monkey forced to dance. working hard until I can't anymore, maybe I always can Yours practicing gratitude, and practicing knowi...

Duck, Duck! Skipped through February, a small amount of pep in my step growing into a hop.  New things, new juggles, good thing I'm a jester . Making good on some goals, making better on others.  Reading books that make you feel like someone else gets it!  Putting words to thoughts I knew I wanted to say.  Not so original now! But maybe that's the whole point? An appendix of reference without any form of notation. A mixing bowl full of bits and pieces and all chopped up and scooped in. No hierarchy. And suddenly now it's June: When it rains it pours but when the sun shines so bright! I am sunburnt and alive. My gratitude grows with every passing day, abundance in my garden even if I need to weed. And while there certainly is growth in some regards, there's nothing quite like the delight of remembering every single time. I feel lucky (most of the time) that I don't know how to be any way other than myself. Learning how to play cards is a different game. Many hands ma...

Fellow pinchers-- I'm digging without a shovel, boots not tall enough to clear the snow. I'm full of the spirit of podge and other delights. I have had cold toes since October but I'm not wavering in my commitments.  I have resolve! I can be disciplined. Things I want, things I know: Belief so loud it feels like a revelation. If I decide I can do something I can do it. That's the power of strength.  (more saving, more doing) A goat could climb anything.  This cat can't stay away from my foraging.  Any battle could be picked. (nothing bad could ever happen to me, I'm constantly laughing) I've narrowed it down. Three modalities of practice: 1. The “found” image, a sight that calls for being translated. Intentional looking and something akin to divine intervention-- a sudden “that’s it” moment. 2. The “produced” image, a curated still-life. Either an idea for play, or the necessity of needing new subjects, allowing composition and content to float by. 3. T...

Rats! Now that it's been a year (and change) of documenting, reflections: I always love a puzzle, a list is a great way to be succinct, and my use of perhaps (while frequent) is not actually correlative to my certainty. I have waxed and waned and yawned and kept my feet on the ground by jumping.  Here is a place to put a letter that doesn't have to apologize for its belation. everything is a sign if you're reading it Something akin to an assortment of resolutions: - letting the flames be fanned even if sometimes (or especially when) the wood is wet - trusting hands, leaping, walking like a sideways crab-- unconventionally forward. - arranging priorities and caring even when unnecessary - cartography Consider the beans soon to be spilled. And use the can liquid for soups. I am thinking about the archive more broadly than just this box too, and I love to archive in a box, and what good is a spring cleaning by the time winter rolls around? Any dumpster bear spotted could b...

Boo! I've been hiding my work from the internet (other than this corner, and even finished pictures from here too). With that I have been hiding my work from most other sets of eyes, which I have rationalized to having a purpose. The phone doesn't do it justice: the real eyeballs look so much more fully.  Hands want to touch. But! With every passing day since depositing the rest of the work of the same scale into the space I grow more impatient for a way to say hey! look at this!  No, really, look at this: It's good to take up space. It's good to take up space when it feels good, and sometimes it's important to remember that it can feel good.  Ping pong game with no one in particular but myself: I'm so full, I'm so full of it. I want to understand how to contain the object. The first frames sit so tight they shrink the thing they're supposed to hold up. (some irony there I imagine). The walls (t)here have been shifting what I think surrounding tonal...