“We have no art. We do everything as well as we can.”

She probably wouldn’t like me saying this, but there is something almost otherworldly about Corita Kent. Corita Kent (1918–1986) was an artist, educator, and advocate for social justice. At age 18 she entered the religious order Immaculate Heart of Mary, eventually teaching in and then heading up the art department at Immaculate Heart College. Her…

Facing the Collage

My original plan was to spend five years learning the art of drawing. Two years in, my master-plan has taken on a life of its own, and I am no longer in control of my evolution … There seems to be an incommensurable difference between looking at art from a theoretical point of view (as…

Time to play

… and: YES, I am enjoying it … a lot! …

Apropos moving –

Lucia Berlin called many different places home during her lifetime. The following is a list she made in the late eighties detailing the pitfalls of some of them. Excerpted from Welcome Home: A Memoir with Selected Photographs and Letters, by Lucia Berlin, 2018.  Juneau, Alaska—Avalanche the day I was born, wiped out a third of town. Deer…

Trespassing time and place

Cy Twombly (American, 1928-2011) is a great painter, but sometimes it seems even more accurate to describe him as a great writer. He writes of many things: his love of other great painting and writing (and sculpture and architecture), his love of nature and history and of the places where all these things intersect most…

To require perfection is to invite paralysis

“What I want to paint are the things that have been seen so often that people no lenger notice them …” —Eliot Hodgkin morning walk in the woods   “Insight comes, more often than not, from looking at what’s been on the table all along, in front of everybody, rather than from discovering something new.”…

two weeks, two countries

 – new instalments in my perpetual nature journals. Week 18: oak and narcissus in my Norwegian journal. … Week 19: a twig of passionflower for my Spanish sketchbook.   …  

cloud~watching

All day I tried to paint the sky, clouds passing by. Every attempt a mistake stilted, awkward – – unreal Then I went out and looked up: And as for the first time I noticed;   the sky really doesn’t look real at all –