Two Pines in the Snow, 2019, Archival Digital Print
It was a full long weekend of work. Other than errands and chores, the days were free to focus on the work. Seeing an image emerge from the material has magic. That a mere pencil, or a cut in a surface, or a move of the brush, or a keystroke can move in such a way to produce something alive has been part of us since we were in the cave. To be an artist is to continue that thread of being, a privilege and a burden.
Although many feel helpless in the face of this new darkness abroad the country, the vile racism and violence, it remains up to us to keep making our images. Artists keep the light of humanity alive and though it may not seem it because we feel we should be doing something more explicitly activist, more directly effecting the social situation, just that we are giving back our gift in the face of this evil serves the Good.
Cold Sun, 2019, Archival Digital Print
Just back from feeding the flock. It is a lesson to watch these marvelous birds and learn their ways and observe their different personalities. TickTock remains wary of me, but we are now accustomed to each other and he understands the gist of what I say. When I tell him to get the girls, he rounds them up and brings them into the coop like a dutiful herding boy. And…
She’s on her way. Yes, in a rag sweater, silk underwear, a heavy coat and scarf, mittens and arctic boots, but Spring is trudging closer and will be on scene soon. This photo was taken two weeks ago and already things have markedly changed and the slight softened and warmed in spite of snow storms and freezing temps.
Early Morning, The Hudson, 2019, Archival Digital Print
The take-no-prisoners cold frames all conversations, actions and outcomes.
Frozen switches make the trains late
Frozen water makes the chickens parched
Frozen ground hurts the dogs’ feet
They stop, lifting one paw and then another
Confused that play hurts so much.