For the present moment let us content ourselves with the most primitive of elements, the line. At the dawn of civilization, when writing and drawing were the same thing, it was the basic element.  –Paul Klee

Clouds. It was a bizarre preoccupation, perhaps even a frivolous one, but he didn’t resist it. He went with it, as he often does, despite not having a specific goal or even a general direction in mind; he likes to see where things go. - Jon Mooallem

This image came from a vivid dream of a rattlesnake. It was folded, not coiled, into four quarters and tied with four cords.

This week I have had a chance to reflect on how my love for mythology and my Buddhist training influence my process of making.

There are two kinds of journeys we all make. The first is the journey you can map. Your destination is clear, the map will show you the shortest way from here to there. The second is the journey where you go by instinct. Not even a compass will help you. (Nancy Willard, The Left-Handed Story)

There is a lot of talk about the confidence it takes to be a maker, but Christoph Niemann points out the necessity of insecurity.

It has been a long time since I have read Bertrand Russell's The Conquest of Happiness and his reference to fruitful monotony. I am thinking of it this morning, as my period of retreat with my paintings will soon come to an end.

Handwriting is returning to its ancient magic– now that keyboards are dominant, young people are fascinated with hand written forms.