To Say Goodbye Is To Die A Little

Goodbye, Paris, sister city of my heart

You were beautiful, as always

and though your towers, your monuments and bridges

have always drawn those in search of your essence

 its often better found in open doorways

and windows

because its there you see the honest work of

hands and the tenderness of

 

touch from the care with which they are created.

 

Thank you for the indifference you show me

for it's through this very indifference that lets me learn the art of seeing you.

Until we meet again, bisous ❤️

 

 

*The research residency was a very interesting and intense time. We did a lot of walking (8-10 miles a day in some cases) took a lot of photos, presented and talked about our work at the Paris College of Art, listened to numerous lectures by curators, artists and historians and hosted an Open Studio at the historic atelier of the painter Amedeo Modigliani. Special thanks to Arnaud for being my guest at the Open Studio and for the walks we took around the neighborhoods.  I'm still re-adjusting to the time change but will get back to blogging again very soon. Until then, thank you, my friends, for checking in on me :))

Feeling More Than Knowing

 

I've been away from my photo blog mostly because I haven't been doing much photography. It's hard for me to "see" right now with my camera. But I've been finding other ways through it--by "it" I mean the weariness that has come over me from the months and months of minding the virus and the news of the world while trying to stay sane and balanced--I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling like this. I made this video in the hopes that it might capture the thing inside me that wants to be let out. Some of these are pages out of my art journal, mingled with the odd snippets of video from my phone, as well as some other work I've put on canvas boards and paper. There are watercolors I did in the spring, when the pandemic was new, inspired by a set of Renoir postcards my sister gave me; and there are little landscapes from that one road trip last fall;  there's a slightly ghastly portrait of my lovely dad (sorry dad :)), and a few other faces as well, and lastly, things that I can only call abstract landscapes which I feel speak the loudest of the mischmasch going on inside my head. Thank you dear friends, for walking beside me through the good times and the hard. I hope you like it--the music is by Siddhartha Corsus and this beautiful piece is called "Ancient Hearth"(from the free music archive).