April 2015

4.1.2015

	The oak trees in my old neighborhood have grown a stately presence.
4.2.2015

	"Ooooh, look at my azaleas. I hope they last till Friday."
4.3.2015

	Krewe of Katie
4.4.2015

	Crawfish boil, wandering the french quarter, afternoon parade, beads galore, seafood dinner
4.5.2015

	Roads home
4.6.2015

	Louisiana deep in my bones.
4.7.2015

	Sitting in the studio, travels over, shifting attention inward.
4.8.2015

	My strength is gathering below the surface, nestled but awakening, and I know I'll burst like a seed, sending new art into the world, as soon as the days turn warm and sunny.
4.9.2015

Something about being present in the studio, trying to create, just logging hours in that state of openness, hoping for something great, not contracting around that hope, allowing whatever arises to arise, moving my hand, looking, stepping away, looking again, making not knowing, knowing not making, pushing through frustration, and just plain using my will power to keep trying new things even if I start a different idea a moment later; there is something about sticking within the speed limit of creativity that eventually burns off the fog, dissolves boundaries, and gives me a glimpse of the light.

4.10.2015

4.11.2015

4.12.2015

	A warm spring day wedges its way into the yard.
4.13.2015

	Some days a gentle breeze is enough
4.14.2015

	Gonna lay down my sword and shield Down by the riverside Ain't gonna study war no more.
4.15.2015

	I love the 9H pencil line and washy fills but I'm resolving to go outside again, shift energy with the seasons, and shed another layer. Novelty will be my road sign.
4.16.2015

	Present in the studio for over a week now, well under way producing new work, unfolding practices, writing again, bursting with spring energy, untethering marks from memory, and allowing flow, I sit for a restful mid-afternoon contemplation (like a meditation tea break) but today the mystical seizes upon me right away and in full force fills me with a moment of what could be.
4.17.2015

4.18.2015

	Blazing into the city with four boys for a daylong birthday extravaganza.
4.19.2015

	Releasing any points of tension I can sense, my fingers, palm, cheekbones, and jaw, while an expanding solar plexus emanates creative energy and I sit quietly, openly allowing the charcoal to move, the question repeats, "what stands in the way of fully letting go?"
4.20.2015

	The robin and the squirrel, the shaman and the monk, the flower and the tree, the student and the teacher.
4.21.2015

	I can never be certain where my ideas come from.
4.22.2015

	Tension growing, intension slowing. Who can condone everything that isn't known? The infinite possible suppressed as a matter of course explodes.
4.23.2015

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4.25.2015

4.26.2015

	Roundtrip day trip and thoughts go round and round.
4.27.2015

	Resting with loving kindness in body, speech, and mind.
4.28.2015

	Just resting
4.29.2015

4.30.2015