27 January 2011

long day at work, so i thought i would share - getting ready for an exhibit...

24 January 2011

z-mark...

beginning this week, i will post monday through friday - hope you continue to visit.

17 January 2011

Martin Luther King Jr : A Life, by Marshall Frady

"Shallow understanding from people of good will is more frustrating than absolute understanding from people of ill will." MLK Jr.

..."I'm a journalist myself, and while Israel is plenty interesting, if there was one story I wish I could have covered, it would have been the civil rights movement and how it changed the South...Frady writes about people wrestling with their consciences, with the need to change, with the world changing around them - and you sense Frady's own wrestlings with these things as he writes. You feel the thing he's writing about, you understand it, you see it, you want more - this is everything writing can do. Speaking of wrestling with one's conscience, even though I just wrote such a loving review of Frady's book, it still doesn't make up for swiping his book from the library. "

Larry Derfner, journalist

12 January 2011

"spaces between time" by grace leal, another artist at the florida museum for women artists...

11 January 2011

pensive angel, by cheryl bogdanowitsch...

visit the florida museum for women artists, to see it in person.

10 January 2011

"gray area" by kim radatz

one of the artists featured in a group show this month, at the florida museum for women artists, in deland, florida.

02 January 2011

I've been reading

"Those Who Save Us"

"It is one of the great ironies of her mother's life, thinks Trudy Swenson, that of all the places to which Anna could have emigrated, she has ended up in a town not unlike the one she left behind...the countryside of southern Minnesota, through which Trudy is driving, resembles the land around Weimar: the same gentle hills and fields that former Buchenwald prisoners say could be seen from the camp. And Trudy imagines that the mentality of the two places is also similar. People ostensibly turning a blind eye to their neighbors' activities while really harvesting and analyzing every last detail of their lives.The ingredients for their dinners. The color of their underwear, purchased in the local Ben Franklin. Who is sick, who is well, who is adulterous. In the case of wartime Weimar, who had been taken away in the middle of the night."

Jenna Blum, author


I'm taking a blogging break, and will return on January 10th. Enjoy this first week of 2011...

01 January 2011

To the Garbage Collectors in Bloomington, Indiana, the First Pickup of the New Year

"(the way bed is in winter, like an aproned lap,
like furry mittens,
like childhood crouching under tables)
The Ninth Day of Xmas, in the morning black
outside our window: clattering cans, the whir
of a hopper, shouts, a whistle, move on ...
I see them in my warm imagination
the way I’ll see them later in the cold,
heaving the huge cans and running
(running!) to the next house on the street...

All day they’ll go like that, till dark again,
and all day, people fussing at their desks,
at hot stoves, at machines, will jettison
tin cans, bare evergreens, damp Kleenex, all
things that are Caesar’s..."



"Before you can blame an individual for their choices, you have to make sure they have the same choices as everyone else."

Bix , the fanatic cook.