Piano and vocals by Jennifer Hole. Recorded using GarageBand and an iPad.
Let it in
this new day
strung together with yesterdays.
Yesterday you'd barely begun
you have yet to open the curtains
but you will.
I wanted to write a poem about a crucible,
a quiet vessel made of clay
that creates a space
that enables a reaction
I selected this conversation with Seth Godin for the Creative Gallery because I met all of the artists here in the first run of The Creatives Workshop in 2020, a year we will all remember forever.
Making my way down the stony beach, I drop to my knees behind my tripod. The rocks are glistening wet. Moments ago they were the ocean floor. Now they are my playground.
The alarm goes off
I am flattened in bed
And in need of thickening
Or perhaps some shortening
To mix in and congeal
In the beginning, I felt so tight and confined. “It’s not yet time,” the icy winds roared in response to my impatience. “You must wait until the conditions are right, or you will perish before you’ve begun.
Despite my well-worn, grey, pleats near the shoulders, hooded sweatshirt, I was cold in the hospital waiting room. I could see blue sky and sunlight through the windows that looked out into the parking lot.
I used to run away from fear. Fear scared me. I thought it was something to avoid at all costs, that which fear was warning me about. Then I got into a different relationship with fear.
How to describe it?
Her components? HO2
As a substance? The most abundant on earth.
As an element, which is part of life, and therefor me?
Green is the colour of our fourth chakra. The heart chakra, Anahata. I always wondered why green, and looking for an answer I found it in green herbs and leafy-hearted plants.
In an intent to grasp the nature of gathering, this piece is a work in progress. It is still happening, I mean, it is happening right now meanwhile I am writing...
I’m lying of the floor of the land cruiser, 2 cameras around my neck, the 100-400 lens in my hands, the wider zoom propped up on sandbags between my elbows.
A good-humored, middle-aged client I worked with many years ago, a spirited gentleman who returned to treatment around this time of year for help with seasonal affective disorder, opened each of his weekly February sessions with this pronouncement.
I loved the word chiaroscuro from the moment I first heard it, back in 1979, sitting in Prof. Michael Fink’s Italian Art course as an undergraduate studying fine art in Rome.
Window open gulls...
all I’ve let go of
leaves me standing tall and free
and all that remains
is to feel all that passes
like the wind moving through me
Low sun long shadows...
A couple of hours before dawn I was awake and packing my luggage ready to leave Bali for the final time. Over the four months of my solo travels...
softens trees to
shadows, new forms emerge from
what isn't seen
The dog is hauling deer parts from
She opens the family album,
collected moments caught in
the amber of old sunsets,
faded polaroids, a ribbon
or two pressed between
This project began at the end of April 2020. I started by painting portraits of my two cousins who are both doctors in Michigan. They'd only been working on the Covid-19 pandemic for...
All that I've cultivated and tended to
all these years has come back
to serve me
All the word-food I've eaten in the past
Couldn’t hold back this train
if I wanted to
This moment has come
bearing down upon me