St. Andrews
Another jaunt to Canada with my friend Jaye. We did a little wading. A little rock sitting. Enjoyed the air, earth, water, and sunshine. Today I’m making a simple nine-patch from Deb Lacativa-dyed scraps....
Another jaunt to Canada with my friend Jaye. We did a little wading. A little rock sitting. Enjoyed the air, earth, water, and sunshine. Today I’m making a simple nine-patch from Deb Lacativa-dyed scraps....
The long slow integration… of my experiences traveling with my ordinary life in Maine. Disorienting. Some reading: An Artist’s Archaeology of the Mind Contemplating mind: Sedimentary (Peter Sacks) A safe haven (Jude Hill) A...
A series of billboards near Hagia Sophia in Istanbul, all with layers of advertising partially torn off. A profound source of found art to mine with cropping. Other than this, I don’t know how...
Love this writer: Jenny Odell In her how to do nothing article, she writes about Mierle Laderman Ukeles, whose Maintenance Manifesto, 1969 is familiar to me from earlier aimless Internet browsing. We bicycled past a...
Cycling / Making / Rivers / Travel / Walking
by Catherine · Published January 7, 2019 · Last modified May 19, 2020
Yes, it’s a new year. I feel unsettled. Still cloudy-minded, striving for what, I don’t know. To recapture what can’t be recaptured, to move to an imagined place of deeper meaning. Still making. It’s...