Sunday, December 31, 2006

Fragile Wings

Don't say that I will depart tomorrow-
even today I am still arriving.
Look deeply: every second I am arriving
to be a bud on a Spring branch,
to be a tiny bird, with still-fragile wings,
learning to sing in my new nest,
to be a caterpillar in the heart of a flower,
to be a jewel hiding itself in a stone.
I still arrive,
in order to laugh and to cry,
to fear and to hope.
The rhythm of my heart
is the birth and death of all that is alive.

by Thich Nhat Hanh
(excerpt from "Please Call Me By My True Names")

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Monday, December 25, 2006

Happy Birthday Olaiya!

Happy Apple Day & Merry Christmas, too!

Friday, December 15, 2006

Wind-Blown Art Walkers!

Last night, despite horizontal sheets of rain and impressive gusts of wind, Walaka and I prepared for my very first art show as part of the Roosevelt Art Walk. We set up the wine and food, lit the candles, labeled the art, placed signs indoors and outside, and come 6:00, we waited. And, then the first guests arrived at 6:30.

While no art-walkers from the neighborhood stopped by, about 15 invited guests braved the weather and were able to make it. It was a very sweet night, and I thank all of you--whether you were able to make it or not--for your support. What once seemed like a scary prospect to me (putting myself and my art out there) now feels much more doable, comfortable, and exciting.

I will have another show in January or February, with many of the same collages and some new pieces as well. Hopefully, the weather will cooperate next time!

(Click on photographs above to see larger images.)

Sunday, December 03, 2006


I believe it was the poet Richard Hugo* who wrote that a poet writes the same poem over and over throughout her lifetime. In essence, he means that as artists, we often reckon with the same issue over and over in our creations. Each creation may look or sound very different, but there may be an undercurrent of the same question we seek to understand.

I resonate with this idea in my writing and visual art. The above piece is the cover of one of the artist books I created in college, almost 10 years ago. The idea/concept of silence and silencing is always present when I create. As I seek to understand it, I dig deeper and deeper into my work--and into myself. I wonder what my work will look like in 20 years; will I understand the silence that rests inside of me any more fully?

What themes/issues re-surface for you in your creations?

* From Richard Hugo’s book, The Triggering Town.