Wednesday, December 28, 2011

finding simplicity

photo from blog post January 1, 2011




Carefully thinking about my word for the year 2012.
 As I walked along the beach trying to find my special rock.
Already losing focus on my chosen 2011 word of the year.



 I have a list of words rolling in my head.
 I like the sound of ephemeral. 
It's very transitory, though.  It may not last through a year.


Back in the studio I start to clean.  Out with the old, the broken, the undone.
Save just a song.
Check. Check. Check. Double check.
Clean slate.  Ready.  Get Set............








perhaps this is it
I know this is it
plain and simple




s i m p l i c i t y.











Friday, December 23, 2011

Seeing the lights

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Shores Acres located on a bluff along the Pacific coast.  The low roaring sound is the ocean.  It is a beautiful garden by day and there's a sunset viewing house (when it's cold and windy.)  We stayed in a yurt at the nearby Sunset Beach State Park.  Night lights are always amazing and magical.  We stumbled onto this when I messed up reservations and we had no where to sleep for one night.  Years ago we camped in this area in early spring and visited the gardens. We stopped our travels to see the lights....

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Wintery Night and one red shoe


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While on the Oregon coast we ran into Portland for a few days. Just a quick peek into the Museum of Contemporary Crafts in Portland.  Check out the yellow platter by Ken Ferguson in the slide show. Also Lucie Rie and Peter Voulkos bowls.  There's more info about this exhibit at their website.


 and then.........

Brisk walk up a slope to Powell's Books to check out shelves and shelves of books---new ones, old ones, used ones, used up ones, paper or hard bound.  Dumb ones, dull ones, visual candy tomes, too cheap, too expensive, not my cup of tea ones. I draw in a deep breath, fill my lungs with that particular perfume that books have and Nooks do not.  I know just where to go, which floor first to explore. The first time I walked into Powell's City of Books I wandered (in a daze) up to a cavenous  room and pulled out an used copy of  Italo Calvino's If on a Winter's Night a Traveler.   That's when I began to really think about fate and faith and coincidences.  How uncanny, how silly and how wonderfully wonderful.  To find myself in this treasureland, reading titles as though landmarks and finally finding Italo Calvino tucked in one of the twelve foot stacks in the designated Blue Room. 

                                                             and now........




“In the shop window you have promptly identified the cover with the title you were looking for. Following this visual trail, you have forced your way through the shop past the thick barricade of Books You Haven't Read, which are frowning at you from the tables and shelves, trying to cow you...And thus you pass the outer girdle of ramparts, but then you are attacked by the infantry of Books That If You Had More Than One Life You Would Certainly Also Read But Unfortunately Your Days Are Numbered. With a rapid maneuver you bypass them and move into the phalanxes of the Books You Mean To Read But There Are Others You Must Read First, the Books Too Expensive Now And You'll Wait Till They're Remaindered, the Books ditto When They Come Out in Paperback, Books You Can Borrow From Somebody, Books That Everybody's Read So It's As If You Had Read Them, Too. ”
                                             from Italo Calvino's  If on a Winter's Night a Traveler  

Saturday, December 3, 2011

coasting along

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We were coasting along the Oregon Coast the past week.  We plan on spending some time in Portland and Seattle.  So far it is a wonderfully relaxing and thoughtful car trip, camping on the coast in yurts!  More later.

Now shall I walk
or shall I ride?
"Ride," Pleasure said:
"Walk," Joy replied.
~W.H. Davies

sneak peak:
Museum of Contemporary Crafts in Portland

Thursday, December 1, 2011


Oh my, it's December already!

Finding a face for rabbit ears hat.  Somehow the rabbit ears hat I made for one small head ending looking perfect on this little head.  This one had a large red wing blackbird, but once all done it just didn't look right.  Rimming the edge and epoxied into the ears with copper tape was perfect.  I love how the copper looks more late autumn-wintry than gold leaf. Also reminds me of the old copper rabbit ears antennae for television sets. Receiving information, visuals and the world.  Absorbing it all in through those copper ears. 

"I don't see much sense in that," said Rabbit
"No," said Pooh humbly, "there isn't. But there was going to be when I began it. It's just that something happened to it along the way."

~from Winnie the Pooh
A.A. Milne

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