Sunday, March 30, 2008

Fleetline Study #1

Although a five minute walk-around may not, strictly speaking, be enough time to really make a study...

A rather scary place, but it yielded some nice bits. More to come late this week.

Now, back to digging into medieval marginalia.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Dusty roads

The sky was low, matte not pearly, flat and overcast today, as if someone had taken fine cigarette ash and blown it across Central Texas.

I met my art history professor to discuss the progress of my report (three weeks or so to go.) On the drive back I didn't find the light to my liking but noted a junkyard which, if closed on Sunday and light permitting, may prove a good place for rusty goings-on.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Apples 'n oranges

Not happy with the image -- but I was distracted by the grocery people waving me off, telling me I couldn't photograph around there.

The real colors?

A shade of orange glowing like the incandescence of a solar flare, and the fresh intense green of new spring leaves and shoots.

Image compared to reality?
Apples and oranges.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Change of pace

Due to job workload and my need for more "quality time" on my Directed Studies in Art projects, I have to slow my posting pace for a while.

Since weekends will be spent reading, researching and painting more than wandering with a camera, I can't post more than once a week reliably until the end of the semester.

Sorry, folks!
I'll still come by and visit, but my pace needs to change for a time.


" pleases me to think of you
reading this in another time and place,
at another chance axis of those old infinites..."

From "Why" by Michael Ryan

Friday, March 21, 2008

Magenta, green, blue

"...reddening until it slams into a blue that blesses
anyone oblivious to all the negations..."

From "Late?" by David Rivard

Thursday, March 20, 2008

In reality

"...Enough of the explanations. Awake in reality is perfectly
fine and capable of adorning concrete with landscapes..."

From "Dream Intrusion" by Brian Stephenson

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Day pass

"...I wonder
If there's been a population explosion
In heaven and the angels

Have migrated to Tuscaloosa. ..."

From "The Multiplying Man" by Peter Huggins

Tuesday, March 18, 2008


"...may you be a green body.
May you be a language
in which I wander
with my wings and my self. ..."

From "Dream" by Al-Saddiq Al-Raddi

Monday, March 17, 2008

7:10 AM

"...My dawns come up circumspectly,
Quietly with no great fuss. ..."

From "Dawn" by James Laughlin

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Fragment of a dream

In the dream, an artist -- mid-40s, blonde, someone well-known -- and I were chatting on a country road in what looked like rural New York state. I couldn't recall his name; it was on the tip of my tongue, and I felt increasingly awkward as a result.

He seemed amused by my lapse of memory, yet wouldn't tell me who he was.

As we talked, I looked down at a puddle left by a tire track in some road-side mud. I saw an old cloth-covered art history book face down in the ditch, sodden and mud-stained, with faded gold letters on the spine:


Shifting my head ever so slightly, I saw the picture-perfect reflection of the sky in the mud-puddle, bright sunlight streaming through cumulus then dissolving along the reflection's left edge into muddy pages.


Sharing it in this very public forum since I have no other pix to share.
A dream-fragment like this in a week full of business? Priceless.

Saturday, March 08, 2008

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Apropos of Shelly's 3-5-08 #15

Milk Snake Dreams

I know you dream of driving my car to a coffee shop,
rippling out among the little pots of skim and cream where
your one brilliant coil will lasso them, your two-part tongue
will assay which dairy, what pasture, when milked. Thief in
stripes loud as a Hano clown’s, how do you expect to sneak up
on a cow, nudge her calf aside and suckle? You’re not fooling
anyone, telling yourself that heifer won’t notice as you wind
your thirst up her flank, pretend to be a gaudy 4-H ribbon
while breathing the moist grassy air beneath her udder.

Big head

"...of course it is dark inside the enormous gertrude..."

From "inside gertrude stein" by Lynn Emanuel


Hiatus alert: I'm heading out to work a trade show this weekend, and next week posts will be rare if at all.

But I will surely need to sneak peeks at what you're posting while I'm being squeezed by the press of commerce.

I miss all y'all already.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Monday, March 03, 2008

Saturday, March 01, 2008

Zhi ying xi

"...a self-effacing tree,
Color of context, imperceptibly
Rustling with its angel..."

From "Lost in Translation" by James Merrill