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Tears of Joy


 

“Tears of joy are like the summer rain drops pierced by sunbeams.”  -Hosea Ballou

Mile Marker 577v, size 16″x 22″


 

Learn From The Natural World


Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.”  – John Lubbock

Mile Marker 675, size 16″x 22″


 

Imagine

I was lucky to spend last week in New Orleans dreaming about “What’s Next” with a talented group of fellow artists. My cup is full and I am excited about what is on the horizon. What have you imagined for 2019?

Everything you can imagine is real.”  -Pablo Picasso

Mile Marker 441, size 22″x 34″

Luxury in Simplicity


The days of living in the camper and cooking over the fire, an afternoon in a hammock with a book or on the sofa listening to the cat snore…the spareness of the horizon line…

I am convinced that there can be luxury in simplicity”  -Jil Sander

Mile Marker 545, size 16 x 22″


 

See Into the Life of Things


“With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.”
-William Wordsworth

Mile Marker 593V, sized 34″x 22″


 

Watching the Clouds Float


“Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.”    -John Lubbock

Mile Marker 665, size 16″x 22″


 

Act of Total Attention


“Beauty appears when one feels deeply. Art is an act of total attention.” –Dorothea Lange

Mile Marker 563, 16″x22″


 

Pick of the week

“I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.” —  Henry David Thoreau

Mile Marker 391, 35"x51"

Mile Marker 391, 35″x51″

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Like a Player Piano – Guest Post by Steph Kilen

By Steph Kilen

When I get that feeling a friend calls “free floating angst” – that uneasiness you can’t pin on anything in particular, as if you’ve forgotten something important but don’t know what it is, that anxiety so common in our dreams, a burly thread weaving some sort of self-ridicule through your limbs – it used to be that I’d want to crawl into someone’s arms. But more and more, I just want to be here: Continue reading »