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One way I work in the universe is by planting and tending this garden by my studio. Photo was taken the week of July 1st. Next week my new big sign goes in over the door. Setting those intentions!
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 Clark and me, down in Columbia, July 4th weekend, on the promenade by the river, in the most recent edition of our self portrait series. You can always tell who's holding the camera.
Today I bought a book of poetry by Ted Kooser, the current poet laureate. It poured down rain all day, making for perfect reading aloud in my studio. This I was able to do while lounging on the floor, which was actually swabbed just yesterday, making it the cleanest studio floor I have ever had.
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My dear friend Ellen was here last month, post-Prescott College graduation, to celebrate, cook,eat, drink, dig flower beds, make jewelry, hang out, sleep in the yard, travel to an art show with me (she more recently returned to do HER first art show, here in Cookeville- she gives me such naches), and to pick up Ahlo. I was campaigning for' Ruben,' but that would have been another hound.
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Let's see if it works this time.
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They are a couple in my church who wanted something about their past and present life together. In the piece you can see him as a pilot, and the planes he flew, and see her as a nurse, healer and psychic. They are shown fused in love, in their house in the woods.
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My sister emailed me that she Googled me tonight, finding my website at the top of the list, which I guess isn't a stretch- it's not like she googled "girls" and she said that she liked my weblog, which flattered me so much that here I am, trying to update it. I think I 'm too tired, and will put pictures on from the past month sometime this weekend, in between digging gigantic holes in my yard for the new shrubbery. Yes, my little house will no longer be naked, and my poor neighber will no longer have to look out her bedroon directly into my kitchen to see me, all puffy, drinking coffee and fretting over my cats. (Had she looked tonight, she would have seen me banging the backdoor again and again and screaming at the possum to get out of the catfood, which places the possum inside my house, if you want to be technical about it, as the catfood is on the landing at the top of basement stairs, accessed through open crawl space- a situation I plan to address in the very near future.) |
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Walter and Jill after their first dance.
Mother and her grown children, all happy.
I am taking my glass of wine to bed.
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"A high school student wrote to ask, 'What was the greatest event in American history?' I can't say. However, I suspect that like so many 'great' events, it was something very simple and very quiet with little or no fanfare (such as someone forgiving someone else for a deep hurt that eventually changed the course of history)."
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I returned last night at 10:30 from ACC Baltimore show, which was successful in many ways. Drove home through a Shenandoah Valley filled with snow. Very beautiful. For the rest of the week I will be tying up loose ends from the show, then going to my dear brother Walter's wedding to Jill in Atlanta. Major family fun!!
This was one of the things in my inbox when I returned, and it's a topic that floats through my life, so here it is:
"Forgiveness provides clarity and clarity encourages
insights and that supports a change in behavior. When you forgive yourself or
another, it does not mean you agree with their behavior, but rather it is about
letting go of your need to be right so you can move forward." |
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So I skipped The Vagina Monologues in order that I might get lots of work done tonight, here in the stretch. Of course, maybe (!) I have some issues the monologues would have addressed. What the bleep do I know, anyway?
Got lots done today. Three kilns of glazed work loaded. wow, I'm in awe of self.
My cat continues to make everyone who visits the studio think that he/she is a god to animals.
Tomorrow it is going to be in the mid-seventies. I am shaving my legs and wearing shorts, by golly. Oh, I know: I'll wear capris and not shave my legs.
the body will come later.
Daffodils are blooming in everyone's yard who thought to plant them . what a great Valentine's Day, my Valentine. |
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Going to the studio. Seven days till departure for ACC show in Baltimore, and there is a huge pile of work to be dealt with. |
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I am in a panic. Cannot get my Outlook to open. Internet Explorer didn't work for a day, either; although Mozilla was fine.
It feels kind of like a snow day, as there is just no way I can get to some of those emails. When I check mail online all the ones with pictures won't come through. Don't anybody tell me how to do it, though- I apparently have some issues here that I haven't the time to explore, and feel obliged to look at practically everything that hits my inbox. working on this. |
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I'm kind of concerned today about my cat Jack (Big Boy), who is having a hard time digesting his food. I can hear him starting to throw up in the next room, so I dash in and slide several paper towels under his poor wretching body, and bless his heart, he throws up right on them. Of course, I don't always make it; but when I tried this when he was a youngster, he would run under the couch and blow his breakfast, which was much harder to clean up.
Awake now. |
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I plan on figuring out how to stick a picture in here. This journal doesn't feel totally like it has my handprint on it, as of yet. Hmm, can I change fonts?It has been remarkable, how obsessed with this thing I have been. Is this pragmatism or egotism-
Had a little single malt and made oatmeal cookies last night, from my great Aunt Anne's recipe, which I had stuck in the OLD, sticky, stained, torn up Joy of Cooking. NO cinnamon.
This a.m. watched Winged Migration . Oh my gosh, I was transfixed. This is partly because my tv is so small that one must sit in the little wingback directly in front of it- transfixed, as it were, to see the screen.
I'm letting this go, setting myself free. |
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okay good, that worked. |
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I think I'll post pictures of work in progress, since that's where all the energy is. Just need batteries for the dig cam. |
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This week has been spent on all sides of my brain- servicing studio equipment, making sculptures, packing and shipping, home making soup, and a very cleansing sorting of decade-old slides that were really clogging my office space. Maybe it was the January thaw. |
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Wed - 12/29/04
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Bon voyage! |
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This is a second post. I'm trying some new things. Like
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This is just a test post. Matthew is using an RSS parser to suck my LiveJournal posts straight to my website! Neato! |
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