Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Gifts
I love this image. Paintings of it won't start showing up right away though- I'm out of light magenta printer ink.
Ramblings...
If I write to tell you about something beautiful what do I hope for you to get out of it?
When I lived in Bowling Green, OH I saw the aurora borealis shimmering over Lake Erie in November, or was it December? I saw a bridge get hit by lightening, a blue flash grew huge from nothing and then disappeared. A hawk chased, captured and killed a blue jay under the tree in my backyard. It felt like witnessing a murder. The blue jay's parter screaming and attacking the hawk. The dying bird screeching until it went silent. I saw a coyote and various other events that felt to me like signs whose meaning I wasn't equipped to understand.
I told my brother one day that I'd seen signs but didn't understand what they meant.
He said they meant I lived in the country.
I was deflated wanting, really, to believe in the signs. To imagine that one day I would understand a secret language of the universe, or something.
The last time I went to the reservation Francis said these things were gifts.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Great Horned Owl & Nest
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
Ridley Creek State Park Project
Friday, April 11, 2008
Killing Time
This is an in between time.
The end of the semester is in sight. At least one entire class of students has stopped pretending to care. I'm considering making that part of their grade. 50% of the grade will be for how good your work is and 50% for apparent interest in what you are doing. The question is can they "appear" to give a shit. I'm afraid not.
Lucky for me a few students who do care have recently gotten in touch with me to tell me how much I helped them. So all is not lost. In the mean time I love this photo of my nephew showing off his skills! And that's my painting in the background.
The end of the semester is in sight. At least one entire class of students has stopped pretending to care. I'm considering making that part of their grade. 50% of the grade will be for how good your work is and 50% for apparent interest in what you are doing. The question is can they "appear" to give a shit. I'm afraid not.
Lucky for me a few students who do care have recently gotten in touch with me to tell me how much I helped them. So all is not lost. In the mean time I love this photo of my nephew showing off his skills! And that's my painting in the background.
Friday, April 4, 2008
Misc
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)