As they say, all good things must. I got home after much airport stress (no flights into or out of Chicago). Was I going to be stranded in O’hare? The Boarding official in Albany said there was a tiny chance that I might make my connection. Mirabile dictu, the connecting plane was late, and after… Continue reading Home again, Jiggity Jog
Once when in grad school I was overcome with anxiety and feelings of guilt at the thought that I was leading a hedonistic life as an artist. What right, I thought, do I have to be here in my studio making useless drawings when there is so much wrong to be righted in the world?…. … Continue reading Why do you do it?
Here are views taken from the window of a-room-of-one’s-own at BMC. Feeling real grateful here, folks.
The black flies are a nuisance for me, but for Oola, now there’s a problem.
More waiting, but at least the Albany terminal has WiFi as a matter of hospitality. It’s muggy-warm, unlike the San Francisco rain that I dressed for. My body is screaming for sleep, but my brain is too excited. Soon enough Nick arrives in his pickup and we are on our way north, both reliving our… Continue reading The end of waiting
Grades in, and we’re off on another adventure. Oola and I are going to an artist’s retreat in beautiful Blue Mountain Center in the Adirondacks. Here you see us packing. Oola didn’t really like being stuffed into the camera bag. But I needed to soften potential blows, and Oola was the one. She is still… Continue reading Off to Blue