It seems to me that artist types tend to think too much.     Without this deep examination, where would the work come from?  It's ...

 When I was a little kid, I used to lie on edges and look at the world upside down.   I'd lie on the floor and imagine the ceili...

   Change is a funny thing.  When I watched Can't Stop , the documentary about Conan O'Brien, I realized that I'd forgotten h...

 I should likely continue with my 'summer camp' analogy.    The temperatures are moving and there's no denying that some brut...

   Safe and Sound are only words until they're gone.  If we're lucky, they'll come back  and give us another ch...

  Between coats of paint and firing of sculptures, I had a discussion. (below)  Seemed as good a post as any I can come up with at this poin...

  I've been ill for days with a sore throat and ache thing, so today, feeling a bit better, I packed Poppets and sent them on their wa...

Sore throat and body aches all day.  No playing with roots.  Sitting and working on small things.  Sipping tea and moaning and groaning occa...

This is the variety of plant that supplied the root for "The Wishing Tree."   I haven't identified it yet, but I will.    An...

So. Where'd I go?  What am I doing?  Well..I'm sure as hell not blogging.  What a weird place I find myself in now.  Not bad.  Not g...

I haven't been blogging. I've had a lot of decisions to make, small and large. Still do. The last week has been a lot like the da...

I spent a good part of a rainy day sculpting "Night's Watch" with the series replaying just to the left of ce...