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August 2017
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Misty morning river |
| 8.1.2017 | |
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Acquiring the fruit of the pear tree |
| 8.2.2017 | |
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Light becomes food |
| 8.3.2017 | |
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Pear shape is the Earth Nourishing energy Flowing from sky and ground Forming sweet fruit |
| 8.4.2017 | |
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Remembering the mountains |
| 8.5.2017 | |
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Back in the studio...energy reforming |
| 8.6.2017 | |
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Digesting pear |
| 8.7.2017 | |
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Pear meets vessel - the resonance I felt in Vermont is entering the studio and I'm inviting it to be part of the work. |
| 8.8.2017 | |
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| 8.9.2017 | |
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Images of vessels reappeared full force as I returned to the studio but they are no longer isolated - they seem to reside now in different contexts. Today's drawing looks to me like an archeological relic, buried in sedimentary layers, and waiting for unearthing. |
| 8.10.2017 | |
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Vessel rocks on ocean's waves, always open, rise or fall. |
| 8.11.2017 | |
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A vessel emerging from rocks is counterintuitive but, if you think about it, that's exactly what happened. |
| 8.12.2017 | |
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Our family project of planting and tending peach trees has reached fruition. |
| 8.13.2017 | |
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In touch with the local oaks about the extent of their network |
| 8.14.2017 | |
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| 8.15.2017 | |
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Who doesn't breathe the atmosphere? Who could live apart from Earth? Our limbs are entangled and our roots not separate from any other living thing. |
| 8.16.2017 | |
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| 8.17.2017 | |
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Fabric so vast so fine so pervasive tiny wrinkles form atoms great folds galaxies |
| 8.18.2017 | |
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Many hours of silence empty the vessel |
| 8.19.2017 | |
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| 8.20.2017 | |
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Earth vessel pulled through vast seas |
| 8.21.2017 | |
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The weight of the sky |
| 8.22.2017 | |
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My family travels to London while I remain home traveling inward, taking day hikes along trails of nondescript lines, hampered by busy streams of self-critical dialog, no map, but driven by a vague hope of reaching some heretofore undiscovered plateau. All alone I'm sensitive now to every shadow and dark corner of my empty house. I talk to myself and imagine things, of course, but becomming an experienced inner tourist means I keep practicing, making drawings, just sitting, taking in the sights. |
| 8.23.2017 | |
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| 8.24.2017 | |
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Full house |
| 8.25.2017 | |
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| 8.26.2017 | |
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| 8.27.2017 | |
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| 8.28.2017 | |
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Many vessels on the river Lit by the same sun |
| 8.29.2017 | |
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Simply my awakeness reacting to sensations getting pulled into an argument listening to the news Breath awareness broken second arrow bullseye turbulent vacation ruined ecstasy Making bad decisions leaving something home too late for a promise the tightness comes and goes |
| 8.30.2017 | |
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The fishbowl we all live in |
| 8.31.2017 | |