After our few days of balmy weather, temps have dropped. We’re at 32 degrees now, and the day’s predicted high is 36. I just came in with Andi. We went out for her morning rounds at about 9:30. She’s been letting me sleep later, which I appreciate. Anyway, there was a coating of ice on… Read More Tell Me a Story
I just read the last chapter of Anne of the Island by L.M. Montgomery. I wanted to get the whole thing under my belt last night, but I still had that last chapter to read at 1:30 a.m., and the start of a migraine left me with wonky vision. But Anne: it all comes out… Read More I Can’t Think of a Good Title
In Robert Henri’s second entry in The Art Spirit, he’s writing about the loneliness an artist must deal with, and he alleges that one must have courage and stamina to manage it. I’m going to have to take a hard pass on this. I can’t quite take Henri’s words seriously. They are just too self-important.… Read More Can’t Get into the Spirit
I figured I’d spend most of today upstairs, cleaning up Sam and Jack’s old room (the one in which Dennis installed the floor), moving things in and out, and cleaning as I go. It turns out that I spent most of the day outside, clearing ice from the front driveway and setting up the submersible… Read More The Art Spirit
It has been a day: shoveling snow, running errands, moving furniture and stuff so Dennis could install a new engineered hardwood floor in the boys’ room; more errands; cooking up a batch of sauce, mixing and baking meatballs, taking Andi out three or four or five times. I’ve read little, written less, and want to… Read More Something Tells Me I Need a Break
Yesterday I wrote about finding meaning in my artwork after creating it. The part that I didn’t mention—likely because it’s obvious—is that the process takes place in silence. I’m calling out the significance of it today, because everywhere I turn, I find admonitions to keep silent. Where does that leave me with this blog? Am… Read More Quiet Down, Fish
The other day, my friend Jessica shared a quote in one of her posts that caught my attention. It comes from Art & Fear by David Bayles and Ted Orland (a book I’ve read more than once): The need to make art may not stem solely from the need to express who you are [thank… Read More What Does Art Do For The Artist?
The book I’m concentrating my efforts on now is Studio Anywhere by Nick Fancher. I have no real desire to be a portrait photographer, though at one time, I did, or at least, I thought I did. That was when I caught Sue Bryce on CreativeLive. She sold the dream so well, I was convinced… Read More Shooting at the Future
It’s Ash Wednesday, and even though I’m hungry, I made it through the day (thus far) without incident. I pulled out one of Sister Wendy Beckett’s books, The Gaze of Love: Meditations on Art and Spiritual Transformation. I’ve read it before, but quite honestly, it didn’t do much for me. I remember impatiently reading her… Read More What’s the Matter?
Lent is looming. I don’t like it. I never have, and I can’t imagine that I ever will. I don’t know that I can even say why I don’t like it, other than that I just find it depressing overall. I think that it might also have to do with a hey-look-how-holy-I-am vibe I’ve picked… Read More Disgruntled