woke this morning with a sense of joy as I cannot express, something that hasn't happened in a long time, such relief so welcome
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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in my apartment on a dance-the-poetry-within-you day I never know what is going to emerge that day, ever, always a surprise a rough draf...
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I sit before a large painting I am ready to trash to fret about my feelings towards it. Soon I am slapping paint all over the canvas. ___ ... -
Basquiat at the AGO: An Untitled Portrait When asked about his frequent use of "carbon" (tar, asbestos), Basquiat shot back, ... -
What if relationships are the primary ordering principle? What if the way relationships are ordered clarify, explain, and instruct us on th...
beautiful photos of you Brenda, of an artist in her studio.
ReplyDeleteBoris, are you Boris? Australian vision-of-continents-flying Boris? Or another Boris entirely? Doesn't matter, of course, and of course, thank you. xo
ReplyDeleteYes, I'm that Boris Brenda, the Aussie one, hello again.
ReplyDeleteAhhh, hi! I'm having severe computer problems - 3 new hard drives installed on my new Dell laptop in as many weeks & now it's gone to the Dell Depot Hospital - and have hardly been on-line for nearly a month as the spiritual forces convince me PCs suck and I am truly an Apple iMac woman a new one of which I shall purchase soon with a tax return that's not going to dental work, sigh, but to facilitating my on-line life I shall be in touch! Promise!
ReplyDeleteHope you're doing well down-under!