February 2015

	Mind looking at mind looking at mind
2.1.2015

	Heart of winter Sitting Drifting Sitting
2.2.2015

	Throwing down frames, logging hours in the studio, and giving in to snowbound quiet, I see drawings flow. The rectangular motif continues to surprise me with its variations of meaning: first a container for thoughts, then a boundary for growth, and now, somehow, it consumes my identity. This is the most potent meme I have encountered and I intend to abandon myself to giving it voice.
2.3.2015

	Patience in winter, growth in spring.
2.4.2015

2.5.2015

	Sky blue freedom A trail in the snow Natural introspection
2.6.2015

	Round trip to the city to hear jazz vocals with my daughter and join family for dinner.
2.7.2015

	Snowbound, my attention turns inward; naturally and without effort awareness settles down. Springtime, nature takes attention, and I miss that easy presence.
2.8.2015

	Dialog with the snow icy granules things poking up big round mounds fresh white layers covering older grayer
2.9.2015

	Rivulets, meltwater, refreezing, runoff, snowy roads and paths, icicles hanging from every gutter.
2.10.2015

2.11.2015

	Arctic winds demand full attention on the walk home. Wool cap pulled below my ears, I let the focus deepen.
2.12.2015

	Singular in temperature
2.13.2015

	Act II: High Winds
2.14.2015

	Snow shaped by wind
2.15.2015

This winter's history read from the yard: multiple nor'easter strata, each storm now compressed to a thick granular layer, plow leavings pushed into mounds marking the road, buried toys, frozen footprints, piles of deer poop. broken icicle pieces, wind carved sculptures, snow drifts across the driveway, a shoveled trail to the barn, broken branches, sweeping vistas of pure white, grey sprinkles of fireplace ash (supposed to give traction and speed melting), the tops of carrots left out as food, sledding runs, and barely visible remnants of the snow fort; all these recently familiar features, unmoving below thirty-two degrees but rapidly impermanent above.

2.16.2015

	Finding spring in the longing for spring.
2.17.2015

2.18.2015

2.19.2015

	Not resisting the cold
2.20.2015

	The river of ice and snow that is my driveway
2.21.2015

2.22.2015

	shadow and light momentarily meet in late winter sun no matter how hard I try I can't keep cold
2.23.2015

	effort ceases and the frame releases
2.24.2015

2.25.2015

2.26.2015

2.27.2015

2.28.2015