A Long Slog

The Cornfield, 2019, Archival Digital Print

It was a long slog through last week.

Deep snow, unable to get out of the driveway to get to the train

I missed school on Monday,

I was supposed to chair a panel for Senior Survey, and

My reliable plowman didn’t get my messages

On it went, one thing after another.

But what there was

Was my favorite cornfield

Its orderly geometry penciled in the snow.


Winter, Winter

Three Girls Ready for Dreaming, 2019, Archival Digital Print

Night comes early now and the hens go to roost sooner now as the days are shortening and the cold is here.  I added a fresh bale of straw to the coop floor the other day for extra warmth. The girls started singing to themselves.

The light is so tender in November, the values very close.  I’m thinking of Morandi’s strange landscapes, overcast light, and the shades of grey-blue, dun, dull ochre and greyed green.





Dinnertime on the Homestead

Dinnertime, 2019, Archival Digital Print

The flock is molting now so added protein is important. Yesterday it was warm scrambled eggs with herbs, salmon, and 8-grain wheat toast. They gathered together in the communal meal, making soft happy sounds.

Nicky, the feral cat I’m hoping to tame, got eggs too. They are so plentiful now and such a perfect protein that the hens actually give back more than they get consume.

I repeat myself, but the pleasure of  being part of the land in the way living here has given me is so pleasurable.  I am grateful.


President Evil

Descent, preparatory drawing, Charcoal on Canvas, 2019

This canvas was started as a way of thinking about the state of our country at present.  The camera shot it from the side, so it looks skewed, just as our suffering under Trump is.  Now we have abandoned the Kurds, our loyal allies.  Never have I seen a more evil nor destructive being in the Oval Office.  It assures me that Evil exists in the world and that it is manifest in humans who ruin and sully everything and everyone it touches.

My Marvelous Geese

Geese, Corn, 2019, Archival Digital Print

Here they are, my marvelous Geese, sharing some ears of fresh corn.  It is the last of the local corn, and along with the local tomatoes always a bittersweet time knowing we must wait a year until the next crop of deliciousness comes around.  Seasonal foods, however, make so much sense as we settle into Nature’s rhythm.

I continue to work on linocuts, cut and edit, proof and then move onto the next one.  During the winter I think I’ll start to edition them.  For now, though, I want to make as many new images as I can.


9/11 again

Untitled Proof, 2019, Linocut on Newsprint, 12″ x 12″

It’s 9/11 today and the scorched memories return as always a few weeks before until they are fully formed on the anniversary of that awful morning and its aftermath.  I have been working on a linocut series all year but this weekend decided to take a rest from it and do some other plates which were more severe and geometric.  This one was the first.  It pleased me.  This morning, though, it looks to me like a memory of that day and those maimed towers.


The Slow Advance of Fall

Nasturtiums in the Sun, 2019, Archival Digital Print

The nights this week have started to be cool. I’m starting to think about preparing the plant shed as I try to keep the annuals alive through the winter.  Some make it and some don’t.  It pleases me when they survive to bloom another year.  The Geraniums blossom all year around and nothing is nicer than walking into the shed in the dark of the winter and being greeted by pink and red Geranium blossoms, full of smiles and hope.

The Fall term begins next week and a new group of talented painters will begin their year of exploration and discovery.  It is yet another example of the built-in renewal and development of the creative force.  In a time of Trump’s darkness and evil it’s essential to be reminded that Life is always there.


The air has changed

Adolescent Turkeys, 2019, Archival Digital Print

The first whiff of Autumn came last week. Now in spite of the high temperatures and the violent thunderstorms and drenching rains on many nights, the summer’s end nudges at us.  Another sign is the young Turkeys who long ago fledged and are now long-necked and adolescent.  The flock is big.  Here are a few stragglers.  Their sibs already crossed the road and were safely hidden in the grasses.  These two had attitude and risked the on coming car.