Thursday, February 28, 2008

Spring Dreaming

"Spring Feeling," mixed media collage with wax, 5" x 7"

"R is for Robin," mixed media collage with wax, 3.5" x 5"

"A single green sprouting thing
would restore me...

Then think of the tall delphinium,
swaying, or the bee when it comes
to the tongue of the burgundy lily."

Jane Kenyon, "February: Thinking of Flowers"
Otherwise: New and Selected Poems)

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Valentine for Your Suffering

2.5" x 3" paper collage

Tonight, while my sweetie lay sleeping (snoring ever so rhythmically), I constructed a teeny-tiny late-night collage. With my desk lamp bent down low to obstruct the light in the room and with soft music masking the grating sound of my scissors, I produced this little ditty in just a few minutes.

Lately I've been wondering about how to witness another's suffering with strength and grace. I've been witnessing my dad's suffering for two weeks now and each time I am with him during a difficult spell, I wonder about how it is I am actually helping him. In producing this collage tonight, I remembered what my dad told me before his surgery when I asked if there was anything I could do for him. He wrote in a typically brief email back to me: "Just love me." Perhaps that is the answer to my question about witnessing suffering: perhaps just loving him is enough right now. Perhaps loving him is all I can really do.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Fish, Woman, Eggs

mixed media collage with wax, 6" x 12"

Friday, February 15, 2008

My Dad and the Shark Bite

mixed media collage with wax, 4" x 5"

This passage below makes me think of my father. For one thing, my father resembles Hemingway in some ways; and two, my father's impressive incision from his recent kidney surgery runs from left to right, all the way across his abdomen and the staples look like shark teeth.

Excerpt from Ernest Hemingway's The Old Man and the Sea:

They sailed well and the old man soaked his hands in the salt water and tried to keep his head clear. There were high cumulus clouds and enough cirrus above them so that the old man knew the breeze would last all night. The old man looked at the fish constantly to make sure it was true. It was an hour before the first shark hit him.
The shark was not an accident. He had come up from deep down in the water as the dark cloud of blood had settled and dispersed in the mile deep sea He had come up so fast and absolutely without caution that he broke the surface of the blue water and was in the sun. Then he fell back into the sea and picked up the scent and started swimming on the course the skiff and the fish had taken.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Tuesday, February 05, 2008


I have received so much good energy and words of support this last week from so many of you. I appreciate your holding me, my father, and my family in your thoughts. My dad is set to have surgery this Friday, February 8 at 11:20am.

Somehow I am reminded of the following quote from The Dalai Lama when I think of all of the good intentions coming my way: "My religion is kindness."

Thank you for your kindness; it is a powerful gift.