My eyes don’t see; my ears don’t hear; My mind does not perceive you near. Instead with lowly fare and bland I stuff my guts and dull my hand. With look, with touch, with taste, with thought, I cheapen the glory which You bought On my behalf with pain and blood, Which should all Earthly […]
I wonder why music has always appealed. Why from just after time, rhythm and melody have entranced and befuddled; Plato to Zwigli; Aristotle to everyone else. Something about that sharp split of air by the long-sustained violin, or the flute pulsing to breath-beat, veering off towards separation. Something about families wailing, but wailing together, in unison […]
To feel your breath in your fingers, as once I read it, is to receive instant feedback, immediate expression of your art; to hold in your hands, tunes older than you. And out the back door with the punters. All those who don’t understand this joy. This ancient joy. A little St. Patrick’s […]
Photos from my sister Molly’s recent art show. Check out her: Website, and Blog
A mug, Half-filled, slanting on the couch. Call it ten degrees off of center. The coffee stays true.
A camera could be a living thing: eye blinking in time to any number of different actions – the laugh of a child or the course of the sun in his way.