Bye 2017
2017 was an amazing, surprising, magical year for me in all of its ugliness and beauty. I'm so excited to see what 2018 has in store. I wish everyone health,…
Awake
Shake dreams from your hair My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day The day’s divinity First thing you see. A vast…
like the sun
My heart is like the sun, drowned in darkness, soaked with rain, beaten by the winds -Yosano Akiko (1878-1942)
it was my life
Cicada shell: little did I know it was my life. -deathbed poem of Shuho (died in 1767), from Japanese Death Poems (1986)
Jupiter
Orphic Hymn to Jupiter (translated by Thomas Taylor, 1792) O Jove much-honored, Jove supremely great, To thee our holy rites we consecrate, Our prayers and expiations, king divine, For all…
Work in progress
I just started working on this painting again. I did the black and white underpainting years ago (around 2011 or so) and just left it like that, never felt compelled…
Remembering the Black and White Years
In my late teens and early 20s I was very interested in photography, particularly black and white darkroom photography. This passion was initially ignited by a wonderful professor I had…
End of the Seven Rose Summer
It's less than a week until the Fall Equinox in the Northern Hemisphere. The beginning of the autumn rain has coincided with my completion of this 24" x 48" acrylic…
Searching
“In Mexico people wear hummingbird amulets around their necks to show they are searching for love. Here people pretend that they aren’t. Searching.” -Francesca Lia Block, Missing Angel Juan
Last Thursday on Alberta
Last week I set up a table at the Last Thursday on Alberta art fair for the second month in a row. I really like the freedom and exuberant energy…