Art
Art
Open to Interpretation
I finished this drawing today, and although I started it over a year ago, I still don’t know its story. That’s one thing I love about (some) art, it doesn’t have a narrative arc–a beginning, middle, and end–though it is begun and finished. Usually I know what something I’m creating is “about.” Not so, this […]
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Cards vs. Christmas
Christmas just hasn’t been my bag since my mom died of breast cancer in 1987. Around 1992, I was enrolled in the sculpture program at University of Houston and came up with a way to express my anti-Christmas sentiments. In my previous post, Anti-Christmas Show, I posted some photos from that show. I’d set out […]
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Writing
Baby Earth
They call the sticky, mostly clay mud under Houston “gumbo.” We’d dug a bunch of it up in a field and used it once in my sculpture class at the University of Houston–the day I made my first baby. After I finished it, I carried it over to the road and set it against the […]
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