• Emily’s Footsteps

    Periodically I think about Emily Bronte and stories about her I have read. She is my reminder of the importance of the integration of rhythm and nature, when I am working on something that is difficult. So I wrote a few paragraphs about her and uploaded 2 versions of a 17th century Irish poem presented… Continue Reading

  • Brokenness and Quiet Clockmakers

    An artist’s group in Paris, UX, was only interested in nurturing and preserving things abandoned or lost which were in the possession of officials. There was a clock that no longer worked. They repaired it thinking they had created a gift for the people of Paris and for the government officials. When they first looked… Continue Reading

  • Transmute

    A summer evening. An old house—forlorn and would-be abandoned—except for the handful of those without who would inhabit such a place. An old pool, filled with cedar from trees planted through seeds carried in the wind, now shading and adding voice. A girl dives into the water—the unpristine water with its cool clear passages—and emerges… Continue Reading

  • Wildness

    Wildness holds the beauty of the world. There are some who profit from or feel protected by the stillness of others; from knowing they are frozen in fear. They find a strange comfort in knowing that millions of people blindly donate their life’s blood, living only to maintain a pulse. To live in this life-fear… Continue Reading

  • Vortex

    A clip from the film, Behind the Sun, (2001). One of the most beautiful films I have seen. It describes the practice of Blood Feuds which are still practiced today in some countries. These are usually between quarreling families, where they feel in order to save the honor of the family, one must kill one… Continue Reading

  • Dimensions and Spirals

    I woke up with this thought today and then it became a sketch because I wanted to consider it in color and line. Eben Alexander is a neurosurgeon who went to Harvard. A few years ago he became very ill with a bacteria which attacked his brain. He went into coma. He should have died.… Continue Reading

  • A Lamp-maker in 1839

    This is one of the earliest known photographs of a human. A self portrait taken in 1839, it shows a young Robert Cornelius (1809-1893) standing outside his family’s lamp-making shop in Philadelphia. Source: kreestal.tumblr.com

  • A Moth Story

    The science of a moth’s life, edited into a story of sorts. “Briefly, the moth has several genetic forms, the most famous being the “typica” or white form, which is ivory colored with peppery black spots.” “And the carbonaria form, which is pure black.” “These forms differ by mutations at a single gene, with the… Continue Reading

  • 7 Fingers, 6 Palms | Sketch

    Outside the window; a branch of an old Japonica plant. Two of its branches came up from the ground. They had been dead sticks for years, black and hollow. Yet today from the tip of one of them grew a cluster of new leaves. The base of each of the six leaves was a smooth… Continue Reading