Friday, April 29, 2016


Plants and their ongoing circadian conversation.  And I thought it was only the moon which whispers words to me. I will pay extra attention when I feast on an arugula salad later today. 

1 comment:

  1. watching friends disappear I literally take the time to paint over a figure in a large painting, washing away the images created 30 years ago with brushstrokes of gesso. Will it heal, will it erase the memories such images conjure? No words lately, as emotions take the shape of paintings, another kind of gesture, perhaps clarifying the inexactness of language in any of its forms.

    Here's to trying to express the deeply inexpressible!