Nuggets and Notions: A Grand Journey: Timescapes and Records from this Little Life

  and when that cruel world takes me in it's fading and purely accidental light i pray that you'll come out in the rain dressed in that old yellow raincoat sighing and whispering to me none of us deserve it, love hold my warm body in the palms of your hands rub my fractured head look into my glistening eyes walk me down the road  take gentle steps, love go past the trail that the deer have worn bare find a quiet spot where only a few raindrops will find me far from where predators will smell  the sweet scent of my family lay me here  softly in a comfortable position tuck me into bed with a kiss and think of me when the morning comes in its newly rising and purely accidental light

 Good Morning, the clock reads 6:45, the sun kisses the earth and the birds are eager to let the world know that it has turned to a new day. Slept so well last night, my body feels like it's ready to greet this day. The coffee is hot, and my pajamas keep me wrapped up in the peace from a good sleep.  In the mornings it's easy to imagine that my love is with me, there's this sense of daydreaming comfort that lingers above me as I slowly wade back into reality. Oh, how I wish they were here with me, but also how fortunate I have felt knowing that I have a love that can linger with me like this. Deep calm sneaks it's way in this morning. We are at the end of week two here with the program. It's exciting to feel the energy of knowing that this place is an inspirational ground for so many souls, including mine. I've been itching to paint, but unsure of what to make art about these days. I'll prbably make art about this: the perfectly mundane and peaceful state of...

 Greetings to the small handful of you who find indulgence in my public diary posts. I love that you're here. Currently writing to you from the mother-in-law's cottage of Everwood Farmstead. I moved here yesterday to get settled in before i begin my position as the Residency Administrator for our Summer 2026 season of residency programing. This place is so beautiful, and seems to have some sort of magic that I'm excited to unlock. I'm going to pull out the watercolors after I'm done with you to see what happens. It has been a...rough week in terms of handling such major change so fast. First of all, everything is excellent, and that's a part of why this is all maybe so hard. Second of all, I'm returning home for this season of life, which feels kind of surreal after being away for so long. I established a new sense of reality in Maine, and so now returning to this rhythm (even though it will be a new rhythm) in this familiar place feels mostly quite strange...

 Good Morning from Prospect Harbor, Maine. The whole earth seems to recognize spring as the time for change. Warm winds signal to birds that it is time to return to their summer breeding grounds. The songbirds sing a melody of a new season. the frogs in the pond sit in chorus together, welcoming a new chapter to begin. Plants emerge and stretch up from the ground, opening their faces to the new light of a season. May is a month of new beginnings. baby animals open their glossy eyes to the view of a new life. This morning I too woke up and felt reborn. Yesterday was my last day of work at this job I've poured myself into for the last year. it feels surreal, my mind still hasn't grasped that it's over. My subconscious still believes that it's just my weekend an that I'll be putting on my bandana and kitchen clothes on friday. But I wont. The pages of this life are turning over.  There is a certain untethered feeling that comes with being mid-transition. An anxiety and...

 Last year when I constructed my thesis show I wrote poetry on a side of the wagon. it never received much direct feedback but I have been thinking about it this morning. The writing is as follows: "To be truly Human one must recognize the wild animal that resides within their self. Nourish yourself and proceed into the world with verve and caution. Bare your teeth often. I am a great beast. A force born from nature. Life depends on death. it is our responsibility to feed and be fed upon. We are only capable of greatness if we foster an environment to be great within." Your tender body and heart (MY tender body and heart) are wild things born from nature. Will you allow yourself to be domesticated? Or should we fly into the unknown with all the passion and fire that lives within the great roaring creature that we are? Dive in, eat up, and stoke the flames within yourself that are turning to ember and ash. Should we live a life of the lazy old dog or the life of the desperate...

 Winds of change: our forecast says spring is here. We don't have freezing temps predicted for the next couple of weeks. Rain, clouds, sunshine, the breeze carries a whisper of warmth. Summer teases us.  With it comes the personal changes. Summer in Wisconsin calls to me, but the ties I've made in Maine are starting to become taught. I'm in reflection mode. Am I ready to leave? Short answer is Maybe....The long answer remains complicated. the sea whispers sweet nothings to me, begging me to come back. I promise her I will, but am committed to leading this life of a drifter for a while, I must continue to build a solid foundation for myself to live from. I NEED TO BE INVOLVED IN THE ARTS!!!!! The Atlantic is a special beast, she is unforgiving and has some sort of dark magic. As the sun breaks beyond the clouds and reflects off the water, she reminds me that she carries a sense of dreaming magic, too.  I am a dreamer. I dream of the struggle of pulling myself up by my boot...

 Dear Blog, I watched the tide rise this morning as I sipped my coffee and continued to obsessively calculate how long It'll be until my student loans are paid off. (too long unfortunately) Updates for me:  1. I'm still burnt out, but thankfully the burnout has moved into the work portion of my life and has allowed for me to find inspiration within the creative/professional side of things. These days, all I want to do is stay in the house and paint--Which is great for my spirit, but working the long hours that I do has gotten in the way of my creative process and has left me feeling frustrated. I wish I could just work a 40 hour work week like normal people do...it would allow me the time to come home after work and still have the energy to paint productively. Instead, I've been pushing through and painting when I have no gas left in the tank, and the results of this work have been proving to make some raw and honest pieces. I'm excited about this body of work, which mo...