art
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My First Metal Sculpture: Weekend Welding Workshop at The Steel Yard
What makes you nervous? The Oxy-Acetylene Torch Continue reading
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What I’ll Measure
I showed up to the gym without a shirt on. Moments prior, I dashed around the house, throwing various items in my teen son’s former backpack, another hand-me-up, emblazoned with colorful profiles of various Marvel superheroes. Predicting the things I’d use to get ready in a short amount of time was harder than expected, but… Continue reading
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DIY Large Circular Yin Yang Weaving Wall Art
Several years later, my large scale circular woven art with a hula hoop is still a popular post. If you’re a longtime reader, you may remember it from my old midcentury modern inspired living room or when I added framed it out. Now it hangs in my master bath. But I also have another large… Continue reading
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Jean-Michel Basquiat Inspired Seal Painting
I meshed a couple of my son’s interests, Jean-Michel Basquiat and seals, to create a work of art for his room. Continue reading
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Magnetic Word Poetry & Marriage Struggles
For Christmas, I received a set of magnetic word poetry. This week I took a few minutes out to make a few poems, like this autobiographical one I wrote on Monday: Continue reading
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Uterus Snowflakes and Other Everyday Creative Projects
With all the chaos lately, I haven’t prioritized art like I’ve done in the past. I acknowledge that a painting takes set up and settling in that my schedule lately hasn’t afforded, but thankfully I’ve been stretching my creative muscles in small spurts as I update this blog and as I work on projects alongside… Continue reading
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Know when to fold ’em: Unfinished Paintings
Postscript: this was written in early April, 2022. The entirety of the text was already here, with the addition of the words “Law of diminishing returns” at the bottom. As with my recently shared poem, I’ve decided that “old” work should either be scrapped, repurposed or shared. And no, the irony is not lost on… Continue reading
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Harbor Road in Southport, Connecticut
At the end of Harbor Road, in our little village of Southport, there’s a small open lawn area. Some war between the colonists & natives was fought across the road in front of a private property, and there’s a placard there so you won’t forget. Next to the open lawn area, there’s a little sliver… Continue reading
About Me
I’m an artist. Sometimes I paint impressionist townscapes in oils, other times I sketch out what I’d rather be painting in pencil. I design intentional environments in my home, and sometimes I get around to projects that the design consists of. I flip thrifted clothes, or I let ideas pile up like used fabrics overflowing from a box in my basement. This is a metaphor, but also a fact.
I’m a writer. Sometimes that means bad poetry. I often meander in my prose, as I find it hard not to mention every detail, what something reminds me of, and all of the background information you could never want.
I’m an explorer. Sometimes I explore the great outdoors, or other countries. Other times, my nose deep in a book, I’m exploring the universal human experience, nature science, ancient wisdom and impacts of colonialism. Often, I’m exploring my own inner experience through train-of-thought journaling.
I’m restless in my curiosity and consistently creative. To an outsider, it’s clear that leading a creative life involves output: paintings, outfits, decor, a garden. The creative knows that this output requires a frequent stream and synthesis of that input. This blog is the space I use to organize and sort my meandering thoughts and pile of ideas.