spring forward, fall back

I hate it when the clocks change! It always throws me into a tizzy for a couple of days...

light and shadow

Yesterday was so sunny I got a tan working at my desk. Today is decidedly wet, so I don't think there's a danger of it happening again.

My new camera is on the way. I should be able to photograph things in progress on my desk soon, but until then here are some beautiful things made by other people.

Paintings on perforated canvas by Anne-Karin Furunes:

Pictures of Portraits IX / Finland 1918, 2006


Pictures of Portraits I / Finland 1918, 2006

Work by Drew King:

Central Park Reservoir, acrylic paint on cut paper


Intersecting Paths, mixed media on paper

straight from the World's Fair

I went to see another play at the National this evening. It was like a two and a half hour version of Great Moments with Mr. Lincoln. As much as I admire Jeremy Irons, he reminded me strongly of the animatronic president.

a good day for saints

When I woke up this morning it was snowing. I listened to music from the little church near my house on my way to meet friends. I had lunch in one of my favorite places, and the sun finally came out for a short while after a freezing grey day.

I have a fascination with carved Santos figures, processional figures and other religious statuary. It seems like a fitting day for them:




Happy Easter!

It's spring!

...which today meant we had sun, wind, snow and sleet followed by an afternoon that was freezing and grey. The plum blossoms are out at the end of the street though, and I got to spend my day looking at mummies, prosthetic limbs, phrenology heads and other wonderful things in the Wellcome Collection:


Henry Wellcome and his astounding mustache.

a Peruvian mummy

Untitled, 2004 by Michael Hopkins

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

Once I terrified a boy in my kindergarten class by telling him that the green paper cut-out footprints our teacher put up on our classroom walls overnight were in fact real leprechaun prints, and if the leprechauns could get inside our classroom they could get inside his bedroom at night too. I hope he's made of sterner stuff now.

from Darby O'Gill and the Little People, 1959

too much cowbell

It's almost two in the morning and my neighbors are having a party, complete with an overenthusiastic cowbell player and someone blowing what sounds like a large plastic toy horn. Am I amused? My sources say no.

"I'm not dead!"

"...I'm getting better."

If only my digital camera and Vista were friends I could share pictures of my new desk chair with its freshly sewn slip cover, the insects I've been mounting or my desk covered in sculpted odds and ends. As it is you'll just have to imagine them.

And thank you very much to the kind person who sent me a box full of books. It made my morning!