peace

family resemblance

My mother, Marcelle, drew this in her later years. For most of her life, she claimed she could not draw. I am struck by the similarity of our quirky viewpoints. She spent most of her working years in the textile industry owning two businesses with my father. For the last 10 or so years of her life, she liked to draw in a primative fashion with felt markers. I have no idea what she was thinking while making this drawing. It is like a dream or puzzle to me, I can almost guess but remain baffled by the odd assortment of characters and stage setting.

grumpy

old fashioned tweets

vinland fair mania

I have not been faithful to this blog for the last two days. I must admit to a double life. The Vinland Fair just called out for some documentation so I gave it my all and created a place to record thoughts, impressions and images: http://vinlandfair.wordpress.com/

I will be back soon when life calms down a bit.

Frankie

The fortress

Salty air

Wanting winter to end, thinking about growing up by the ocean and thankful that I made it through the holidays without too much wear and tear.

In the middle

Of what? The country, my life, my career. Or am I in the middle or at the end or maybe the beginning? Do any of us know? I bellyache about not knowing why. Why am I in Kansas after being a rabid New Yorker for close to 40 years? I wore it like a badge. Now I am in the middle of the country living on a gravel road working with a group of people I didn’t know existed till about 4 years ago. They were here. I wasn’t and now I am.

I am sitting on my couch looking out onto ice covered trees with a partial view of the 200 acres now called home. Not even a thought on the horizon in my loft under a sewing factory in Williamsburg. It was another world.

Holiday questions