rise up

When I rise up above the earth,
And look down on the things that fetter me,
I beat my wings upon the air,
Or tranquil lie,
Surge after surge of potent strength
Like incense comes to me
When I rise up above the earth
And look down upon the things that fetter me.

– Georgia Douglas Johnson

image: ‘window #2’, monotype print with chine colle

january . 1 . 2018

bird wisdom

“Hear! hear!” screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, “winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it.”

– Henry David Thoreau
image: ‘seed chain’, mixed media painting on wood panel

december . 1 . 2017


November for Beginners

Snow would be the easy
way out—that softening
sky like a sigh of relief
at finally being allowed
to yield. No dice.
We stack twigs for burning
in glistening patches
but the rain won’t give.

So we wait, breeding
mood, making music
of decline. We sit down
in the smell of the past
and rise in a light
that is already leaving.
We ache in secret,

a gloomy line
or two of German.
When spring comes
we promise to act
the fool. Pour,
rain! Sail, wind,
with your cargo of zithers!

– Rita Dove

image: ‘focus’, mixed media watercolor on paper

november . 2 . 2017

reaching home



Dog at my pillow.
Dog at my feet.
My own toothbrush.


– Glenna Luschei
image: ‘reaching home’, mixed media painting on wood
september . 26 . 2017


o autumn


















O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d,

With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit,

Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,

And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,

And all the daughters of the year shall dance!

Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

– William Blake

image: biodynamic winery in the Willamette Valley

september . 15 . 2017

creative process

Creativity represents a miraculous coming together of the uninhibited energy of the child with its apparent opposite and enemy, the sense of order imposed on … the disciplined adult intelligence.

– Norman Podhoretz

image: monoprints in progress

august . 5 . 2017


Just as the ancients danced to call upon the spirits in nature, we too can dance to find the spirits within ourselves that have been long buried and forgotten.

– Anna Halprin













image: ‘women’, monotype print with chine colle

july . 10 . 2017