Welcoming Autumn: Home in the Woods

It's not easy settling back in even though I have had a lot of practice!  My mind is a jumble, my home is a mess of summer and school paraphernalia, and there are lists upon lists upon list of things to accomplish. It takes at least the first two weeks of September to feel back home in my rightful place.  The sacks of apples and displays of assorted pumpkins at the grocery store helps.  Autumn is coming, and I can take a deep breath, find an easy rhythm, and enjoy what is unfolding before me.

Artist at Play in Maine

Art is a little less familiar to me. When I take a photo, I compose in the moment and then it is finished almost instantaneously. I want to see if I can play with photographic images much the way I play with words when I compose poetry. I want to make sure I keep that playful, childlike mindset. I hope this artful adventure will teach me something new about the creative process. As I age, I want the world to stay fresh. I want to keep my curiosity.and youthful perspective.

Portrait of the Artist as an Old Woman

Recently, a good friend told me about Nell Painter’s book, Old in Art School.  I knew immediately that I had to push it up to first on my summer reading list.  I am indulging in Nell’s journey from Princeton history academic to an BFA at Rutgers’ Mason Gross School of Visual Arts to an MFA from the prestigious Rhode Island School of design.  Much of Nell’s book is familiar because she is a Jersey girl and I also attended Rutgers as both an undergraduate and graduate.  The essential questions of what is art and who is an artist repeat as a refrain in this memoir.  I took a long slow read, trying my best to experience what Nell had lived.

Summertime Whimsy

It’s summertime.  The world goes spinning on, off kilter.  Over my decades on this planet, it seems that the world has always spun off kilter.  There is good and evil in this world and both push and pull.  I believe good will win out in the end.  I believe in art, education, nature, and the human spirit.  I know these things make life hopeful.  And though, there are many things I can be anxious about right now, I choose joy and laughter.  Summer is here.  I want to face it like I did when I was a young girl, with hope and wild abandon.

Spring Break Artifacts

It is my last couple of days on spring break.  I’ve slept late, ate good food, written poems about food, and took long walks capturing the beauty I saw with my camera.  I am trying to do things that nourish me, that uplift me, that help to better understand my purpose. The sunshine and warm weather has definitely lifted my spirits, and I hope I have absorbed enough of its healing energy to bring back north to our muddy March season.

February Snow

On a recent trek to the park, I watched families sled down a small but slick slope.  It was fun to see parents cheering on their children.  One little girl with bright pink cheeks had a death grip on the edges of her snow disc as she screamed all the way down the hill.  She ran back up shouting, “That was TERRIFYING!  Let’s do it again!”