The Day Fills Drop by Drop

A lacy, circular wild carrot blossom reaching from the right side of the frame is silhouetted against a cloudy blue sky.

The day fills drop by drop, a pool, accumulating moments, no two alike. An excavator rumbling next door, a little yellow plastic flag crackling in a blast of wind. A monarch butterfly coasts like a kite, pausing to sip nectar from a purple pouch of vetch. I draw limp, clammy laundry from the washing machine, slinging the pieces over my shoulder, hang them outside to dry. The sun’s heat grasps my forearms through the light fabric of my shirt. I mouth a warm, crisp bite of toast. Shadows scamper across my wooden desk. A squeaky tractor bumps down the pot-holed road. A tiny red-belly snake tenses, coiled around itself under an empty tray in the shade of the house. The chair ticks and groans as I shift my weight. The little pot rings like a bell as the water boils; an egg lowered on a spoon dampens the sound.

Moment Made Flesh

The day’s fractal surfaces are books, bodies, matrices of snow and leaf, water in its shape-shift from ground, breath, river, tide, and leaf-exhalations to sky; its drift and drizzle from cloud to earth. The day’s fractal surface unfolds, reveals itself: shattering, dappling, mirror-ball mosaic of light racing towards us, a wave of radiance. The day’s … Read more

Between a Leaf and a Slug Place

I’m feeling like I imagine this slug to be feeling: a little bit, do I have to climb over another leaf? A leaf bigger than me? And a little bit, what’s over there? I’m thinking earthy thoughts, and searching for something to eat and somewhere moist and dark to hang out. Today my friend and … Read more

In between

Here are two views of a recent quilted, embroidered project. It feels like too long since I finished this piece and I’m not really working on anything new. I’m busy with some writing, and with getting the garden planted before too much more time passes. I feel unmoored when I don’t have a project to … Read more

An Inordinate Fondness for…Ferns

Bracken, Hayscented fern, Christmas fern, Sword fern, New York Fern, Maidenhair fern, Wood ferns, Oak fern, Interrupted fern, Royal fern, Ostrich fern, Cinnamon fern, Sensitive fern, Virginia Chain fern, Lady fern, Polypody, Rattlesnake fern, Moonwort…I love them all, and there are more yet to learn. I tend to combine brushing up on ferns each season … Read more

Among the Bryophytes

I’m spending a lot of time with my face very close to moist ground. That’s where the mosses and liverworts live. I’m trying not to let the thought of ticks stop me, and while I often end up with wet clothes from getting so close, leaning on wet logs and kneeling in mud, it’s worth … Read more

The Ever-Moving Air

Last summer, I had the pleasure of spending several days on West Ironbound Island with artists Erin Donovan and Susanne Chui, on a pilot residency project created by the Kingsburg Coastal Conservancy. Our time was spent getting to know one another amid the island’s sounds, places, stories, and its more-than-human inhabitants. Although our time on … Read more

Irresolute

This year, I’m side-stepping commitments, at least in my art practice. I won’t hold myself to making something every day or every week, but I will make things if the mood takes me. I’m moving slowly…tidying, thinking, stitching. I have permission to stay the course or change direction as often as I chose, chase hare-brained … Read more

Eroding Alphabets

Before I had the vocabulary to describe it, I perceived certain forms and beings in the landscape as ‘texts’: tracks, patterns in dry earth or tree bark, lichens and mushrooms fruiting, stones piled on a beach, waves, plant structures, and so on. These forms and patterns were communicating something, even if that something was inscrutable, … Read more