“It’s 4 in the morning, by the sound of the birds” is a Dylan lyric I mantra right throughout coffeetime, usually beginning in late May (early this year). I am up with the predawn chorus of one, at the computer, hacking expression. I attracted my mate long ago, built a nest, and…
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In 2012 I went to France and my head exploded. At first I thought it was ghosts, wrecking havoc on my stress and timidity. I stayed in Montcambrier, a…
A strange week of painting. Winter and spring locked even in a tug of war, and I am the embodiment of a hibernating woodchuck, opening an eye to peek…
(Quoted words and phrases defined below) Let us think on the G20 little boy euphemism “war criminal” called out during these modern times of despair…
I made the painting Thursday. Monday I worked all day writing a grant and received word that I was awarded another grant to paint pictures about power…
A very busy Friday: Writing a grant, that if awarded, will rebrand my working life catchphrase to “Dreams come true if you’re not selfish and greedy…
I think I’ll make March 1st an anti-holiday. This is my surly time, my misanthropic month, every year without fail—gray days to reflect on the…
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