
Be as wise as a serpent and as tender as a dove.


In London far right groups clash with participants at a peaceful Black Lives Matter demonstration.
Be as wise as a serpent and as tender as a dove.
In London far right groups clash with participants at a peaceful Black Lives Matter demonstration.
Cody is an English Cream Golden Retriever who lives in England with my daughter and her family. For three weeks I stayed at their home and babysat this cute puppy. Wondering what I was going to do with myself while I took care of him, I gave myself an assignment: Learn how to draw a dog. Besides sketching, I wrote some prose and a few poems. Maybe there is an Artists’ book in the making. I have the images and the words. The next step is figuring out a structural form for a book. Then, do it!
Following a suggestion from Otto’s post, I took a walk. http://munchow.wordpress.com/2014/09/09/diversify-and-become-more-creative/
Check out two of my favorite dots, Otto and David. I think you will will be pleased, then go take a walk.
http://davidduchemin.com/2013/08/getting-unstuck/
A month ago I was painting 7 foot paintings about how I felt about the wars going on in this world, today. The paintings are waiting for me to come back to the studio. Meanwhile, I’ve been collecting dots, drawing trees, writing a little and following feathers down the street.
Catching the fall breeze
The seagull’s
Feather didn’t stay
We stopped on the way for In-N-Out Burgers
Fries and orders of strawberry milkshakes
Manmade shapes turned into nature’s biomorphic forms
As we climbed to a little under 7,000 feet
We baked french bread at this elevation
And didn’t make adjustments to the recipe
Straightening our limbs we step out of the car
First, just quickly go look at the pond!
Oh, look at the quivering yellow leaves on the Aspen tree!
Down by the creek’s edge, I look up
Past cottonwood trees at the water’s edge
I see a little fir Christmas tree tucked in
Between the tall green Jeffrey pines.
Wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts black cloud critters
chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain
swollen brain filled with piston-like repetiton
it’s wrong it’s wrong it’s wrong
not good enough for who? for tin man looking for his heart?
wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts and black cloud critters
chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain
quickly lay your thoughts out on the page
protect those tender shoots
close the book
walk away