” The fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude” Marcel Proust wrote these words about the act of writing. That he was introspective is an understatement, and yet he, like most humans, longed to make contact with his audience. Not face to face however. Like many artists, he prefered to have contact…
Is the daffodil, maligned in name Narcissus, any more self-aware than the lilies of the field, who neither toil nor labor?
Art is wresting beauty from the jaws of chaos. This thumbnail sketch in my paintbox is a quick study for a reflected image of myself that I am inserting into a portrait in progress. A visual pun…
Sugar on Snow Forty damn gallons of sap for one gallon sweet. Cold spring’s industry works dilute joy from bare trees. In Florida: oranges. Matthew Wright– lowercase paradise This tanka is also on display as part of Montpelier’s PoemCity project. Over 200 Vermont poets have their work shown on the shop windows downtown during April,…
Now this is the Law of the Jungle — as old and as true as the sky; Rudyard Kipling A bobcat visited us for lunch yesterday. You will notice the sculpture Transience in the background of this photo. Close enough to make these photos from my kitchen. This is the closest that I have…