Category Archives: Art
The opening two sentences of Swedish poet Tomas Transtrõmer’s prose poem The Blue House: It is a night of radiant sun. I stand in the dense forest and look away toward my house with its haze-blue walls. … (tr. Robin … Continue reading
What is it about old photographs or, as in this image, photocopies of my own hands—that almost undoes me? This old technology . . . these young hands.
Mixed media assemblage; a work in process……..as well as progress…
Pulling older box assemblages out of “storage” and re-considering what I was (possibly) thinking about when making them (and also putting them away because they didn’t feel finished). Last night I was reading Donald Kuspit’s mid-1980’s interview with Louise Bourgeois, … Continue reading