Monthly Archives: September 2012


Hey Deb Eck,

I made these for you, because Sean won’t.





Expressing Myself


Lately, when I walk, though my mind is very busy, it is busy in a nonverbal way. This is a different way of being for me. I feel like I am in a foreign land, just starting to get used to a new language.


Is this anything?

I made paper from recycled office paper and fall wildflowers. Then I put images of the very same wildflowers on the hand-made paper.


Aster on Aster


Goldenrod on Goldenrod

Thoughts?  Suggestions?

Tangled Narratives

I walked the dogs in a rainy woods the other day and found myself thinking quite a lot about a recent exhibit I visited by Debra Eck and Molly Jarboe entitled “Tangled Narratives.”

The images that presented themselves to me could have been a part of that exhibit…  A different view – my deeply personal version – of a similar theme.

I am frequently inspired by other artists… and I come home and create work that is in their style, or following their theme…  And it is fun.  But it feels like cheating.

It isn’t really, though.  Is it?

Mollie’s reflections on Tangled Narratives.

Deb’s video recording experiment of Tangled Narratives.



Route 62 – Yes, Again

I drive past this scene every day on my way to work.  But not this scene exactly.  It is different every day.  It all depends on the sun, the clouds, the amount of moisture hanging in the air.  It’s the same and it’s different.  It’s like that saying about never being able to step in the same river twice.  The river is always there… but it’s not the same river that it yesterday, or even one second ago…

Recently, a friend invited readers to make public their convictions.  It is interesting that I keep getting the invitation over and over.  (I’ve been fascinated by the NPR “This I Believe” series for years and have had it in the back of my mind to write mine.)  The same invitation.  But different.

In the early 1980s I participated in EST.  One of my favorite quotes from that training was, “I used to be different, but now I’m the same.”  I can’t articulate exactly what that means to me, but somehow, it’s just so true.

Every time I sit down to write what my convictions are, those things I believe beyond the shadow of a doubt, I am stymied.  Words go up on the screen, and then are erased.

The circumstances of my current situation may be different than they were yesterday… but everything is still the same.  Or… The circumstances of my current situation may be the same today as they were yesterday, but everything is different.

Whatever… I don’t know what I’m talking about…  Does it matter what my convictions are?

The truth is not found in a different set of circumstances. The truth is always and only found in the circumstances you’ve got. – Werner Erhard

Dawn in Chautauqua County