Monthly Archives: August 2018

Sept 7 A new lease on life! Well, okay, maybe it’s just a remodel. My heart has been abused, but I get to replumb at least one artery that has been plugged for years. I thought I was just getting … Continue reading →

Heavy Rain (around the World) English- cats and dogs Iceland- fire and brimstone Greece- chair legs Columbia- husbands Catalonia- barrels and casks Ireland- cobblers knives Brazil- lizards and snakes Czech Republic- wheelbarrows Norway- witches Denmark- shoemaker’s apprentices Slovakia- tractors France- … Continue reading →

I’ve had a couple of recent conversations that have transcended the average level of communication. Not that I am above average. I have to try very hard to attain anything close to being average. By the very nature of “conversational” … Continue reading →

90% done on this landscape, lots of brush and palette knife. Learned a lot.

Closer and closer. Surprising the amount of work goes into background. It’s a big space, and there are hundreds of tones. Still avoiding the flesh tones. Coward!

Today I will buy acrylics and attempt a tribute painting. A tribute painting is similar to a tribute band. They play music in the style of their favorite group, listening very hard in order to play their songs with accuracy. … Continue reading →

Today, friends become one. Not only is this miraculous, But I’m honored to witness it. Being witness to a miracle has its ramifications. You must tell about it, “Two have become One!” You must support it, “ I, and my … Continue reading →

I’m thinking about words. I’m thinking specifically of my ability to string words together to form a sort of communication. If I wanted to express and transmit an idea or thought, I need to find the right words, the words … Continue reading →

I’ve just seen something so amazing that I hardly have words to describe how I feel. I don’t know what was the first painting of Vincent’s that I saw. I suspect it was one of his portraits. Perhaps the blueish … Continue reading →

Okay, I’m having that illusion while sitting in a parked car, you know the one, where you are certain that something is moving, but you are not sure who. I have checked the parked car across the street at least … Continue reading →

First ride after heart attack. Wow, it’s hot out here. I’m in my granny gear of all grannies. I can’t be any slower, but I’m still moving forward, heart rate hovering at 95. So I’m good. I’m only a block … Continue reading →

I have come to Morris Graves too late. It should have been sooner, I could have learned so much, If I had only listened to Ferlinghetti in 1965.

I’m not good at public speaking. I’ve never been good. I understand that there are classes in this, and I suppose they have been successful. I wouldn’t know, I’ve never taken one. I don’t know, I’m sure it is some … Continue reading →

The air is unhealthy. They are a few things that must be right, and when they are not it becomes a problem. We can’t control anything, that much has been proven. But we have learned to expect some basics. One … Continue reading →

He broke into a huge grin and squeezed my shoulder. “You know what, “ Dick said with good humor, “I don’t have the slightest idea who I am!” -excerpt from “A Carnival of Losses: Notes Nearing Ninety” by Donald Hall … Continue reading →

Nordham Castle Sunrise by Turner. Each morning I rise. My eyes open to reveal dim images of the room, even dimmer images of the backyard on the other side of the window, in the darkling of the morning. I rise … Continue reading →

In the spring of 1968 I wanted to go to college. I had spent all of the summer after high school traveling around the western states, hiking and hitchhiking. By the time I returned home I was too late to … Continue reading →