Man and Land

In December , I will be making a major regional shift , leaving behind the familiarity (and comforts ? ) of the Mid - Atlantic for an undefined period in the south . I will be very curious about the impact this might have on both visual and musical work . Will there be  inspiration among new people and new terrain ? Will new surroundings sever thematic currents and stir in other directions ?

The Periphery of Solace

My alluring piano . A slow Sunday is never complete without an hour's interlude .There are panels to complete , blocks to be cut , but I am always diverted . Now back to some mill grinding , with renewed vigor .

Not Dark Yet

If there is a distinct day that divides the seasons , the first of November seems to be that day for me . . . Work is slowing , self - questioning in approach ,  (exhausting an idea or more to be done . . . ? ) a momentary pause before the next lift . Shorter days , less hours of sun . But it's not dark yet . . .