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painting-table-cup.jpgI often jokingly tell people that growing up in a household of artists all the wall space was spoken for. The only room left for art was on the table. I was reminded of that family history as I worked on a painted panel yesterday. Thinking of an 18" by 79" rectangle as a painting stopped me in my tracks, but when I imagined it as a table surface I knew how to proceed. As I started a fire in the studio's wood stove, I set my coffee for a moment on the painting, imagining it as my morning table. Today's efforts softened layers and deepened the colors.


a table in the morning

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After having a beautiful Japanese breakfast in New York City on Tuesday I drove home inspired by the beauty of a table in the morning. It had been a cold, slushy, gritty day. Our host was at ease and his attention to balance, health, natural ingredients, pots and simplicity was a testament to an old friendship. The experience became incredibly inspiring. In my own house I am not a natural breakfast poet. I wake from the sea of sleep and grab what has floated by in my dreams. The choices I make in the morning arise out of habit, an almost accidental rescuing of ingredients, containers and memory.

cw-crop-cup-and-apple.jpg"I'm not a poet. I'm a person far out at sea, and the poem is a raft made of whatever floats past in the water. Those almost accidental rescuing pieces are words, rhythms, musics, ideas, the memory that is mine and the memory that is all of ours and the memory that is held in language itself."
--Jane Hirshfield, in an interview with Kim Rosen

spring equinox

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"A Light exists in Spring

Not present on the Year

At any other period-

When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad

On Solitary Fields

That Science cannot overtake

But Human Nature feels."
Emily Dickinson,