on looking, part 3
What is there to see, if all there is to see is paint?
on looking, part 2
The I that receives the work of art is much larger and not personal or even really mine.
on looking, part 1
I have made a practice of looking at a work of art until I think that I am bored, and then I keep on looking.
groundhog year
Sometimes the miles are boring; occasionally the miles are glorious.
i would kill a dragon for you
Did it awaken something within me that had been there there all along?
the compost heap
“Let us cultivate our garden.”
ideas of order
I’m just trying to make space for new possibilities.
living in the wreckage
It is a place where I hide myself from myself.