I talk about three things primarily: My interest in the Yellow Vest movement, A review of A Passage of Yellow Red Birds by Robin Peace and Larry G. Maguire's poem, Hello Tree.
More about Robin Peace: (from Worldcat.org)  Robin Peace writes of the world through the eye of a swallow and from the window of a plane sweeping over the earth. She writes as water making its way from mountain to sea, and of time as a passage of yellow red birds that declares a harvest singing from the cut earth. When her mother faces death by starvation, the natural world is called on to give relief – a blackbird to swallow her, silverfish to consume her as a book.This is a debut collection that shimmers even in sight of devastation.

Robin Peace is a geographer, teacher and academic. A rich sensibility of the natural world informs a life bound up with stories of displacement, difference and belonging. She works at Massey University and lives with her partner on the wetland margin of O te Pua on the Kapiti coast.

More about Larry G. Maguire:

Writer, Artist, Podcaster.  Author of "The Artist's Manifesto"  He lives in Dublin, Ireland.

My phone died and I was unable to do any audio within the Museum, but I'm not sure I would have anyway.  The exhibit of Vija Celmins, A 25 Year Retrospective was one that was meditative and like a silent retreat. 

So my trio of short stories is the ambient noise into the Museum, my commentary about what I saw after the museum and the classical music I listened to during the drive home.  An inspirational day for me.
Afterword:  (taken from artnet)

I went to my Mountain this week and was struck with all the old trees barren and coming down after our recent storms.  I love this place, it reminds me of the cycle of life and refreshes my inspiration.

The strength here reminds me to press on.

A tree down on the hillside shows beautiful growth in it's decay.

A trunk with beautiful markings.

Branches "veiled" with backlighting.

California Buckeye seeds

Cobweb of branches

I walk and share my thoughts, lastly reading a poem from Mary Oliver.

 I share the sound of the creek.

A bit of musing about what's next in my creative process.

The image above was taken July 25, 2018, during a night photo shoot.  Today, after walking I sat in the studio and listened to Katie Paterson's Interview from Louisiana Museum of Modern Art in Denmark.  You can hear more about this here:

Today is October 8 and for #Octaver2018 I am posting three women that influenced my life.

Listen to my news about an article coming out, my new small work, the Refugee series and some new music I just discovered.

I am doing daily work for at least the month of June.  Along with that, I am participating in a daily audio blog #audiomo with the focus on my paint/drawing process.  Today's post covers the first of three works, with a 30 minute narration as I create these.  Please tune in either at itunes, anchor dot fm, soundcloud to hear the full commentary on my process.

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Per Kirkeby, Danish Painter passed yesterday.  It's hit me hard.  Not sure that I thought he'd be here forever or that I'd ever meet him myself, but it feels like a family member left the universe.

He has given so much to me in just viewing his work.  I was lucky enough to view a huge retrospective of his work while I was in Denmark for my artist residency in 2015.  At the time, I had just learned that he had publicly announced his end to painting, he had suffered a stroke.  That made me sad at the time, and anxious.  I did a few drawings while in Denmark around my thoughts of Kirkeby and painting, or giving it up.

Now he's gone, leaving quite a legacy.  One of the most prolific living artists I've discovered.

I will still look to his work to discover more and more about painting.  Reading his writings has been quite an eye opener for me, I have just the one book translated from Danish, and will look for more.

These are the remaining 4 of the series of 9 in the Denmark series.  I have to make a decision whether I continue into the next 2 (that i do have ideas for).  

I made some progress on the "last three", and also went into the Witches Grave/grace again.  Now i have 4 in progress again.  :)

I am a bit nervous, my portable drive won't open and it has all my images on it.  I know I know, dumb, but i moved stuff off the computer and forgot to back up the portable.  I hope it's only a cord, I'll see.

The podcast is sounds of the process today.  Paint goes on, paint comes off, scraping, mark making, more painting, it's all a part of the work.

Yesterday I took a walk in my neighborhood.  I saw a few things, and of course, my journalistic, documentarian self took photos of "what I noticed today".  #whatinoticedtoday 

The orange tree blossoms, so fragrant, caught my sensory eye.  Reminding me of my Farmor's backyard, and my dad.

I did a bit of a podcast today, remembering my father, he would be 80 today.

A few other images: