After all this time talking about writing a blog here I am with a blank slate and a blank head. Spring is coming and there are no seeds started as of yet. This is also a place to plant seeds. words, ideas, images..possibilities!!Although there is recent snow on the ground and a pile of ice where the snow mountain my kids play on use to be , next to it is a giant pussy willow budding out. I trimmed the broken branches off to force inside, and I”m waiting to see what opens.
Art is like a wonderful garden and talking or writing about art is like directions or a map to that garden. metaphors are our way of understanding the world, but really we ought to go stand it the garden wet with rain and throw away these crude maps