January 2010
7 posts
Etcetera...
Meanwhile my
self etcetera lay quietly
in deep mud et
cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)
e.e. cummings
Be Good.
Every morning, I wake up to my Tim Wirth painting and smile.
Lime green, brown, and bright pink paint saturate a 24x24 wood canvas. In thick, red text “Goodbye. Be Good.”
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“Be Good.” Bumpa, a elderly gentleman I used to photograph nonstop while living in Maine, would say that to me every time I left his house on Ell Pond. I would always laugh after he...
Taking Chances
What do you say to taking chances?
What do you say to jumping off the ledge?
Never knowing if there’s solid ground below…
Or a hand to hold…
Or hell to pay.
2010
I don’t know about the rest of you, but 2009 was pretty much a disaster. I can remember a few months in the beginning running smoothly and right on course, but by summer, it was a big ole hot tranny mess.
After completing my graduate course work in arts administration in the spring, passing the portfolio review in the summer, and not having the slightest idea what to write my thesis on by...
