Wednesday, September 26, 2007
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
cement are washed in warmth. Out the eastern train window I am
entranced by red shimmer of small leaves on scrubby bushes, the soft
peach glow of dry grass, and metal silos edged with dramatic orange
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
shoulder with luxury homes alternate with stretches of Industial
plants, junk yards, and graffiti covered walls. Train tracks afford
the graffiti artist the luxury of time , so the visual offerings are
nicely executed with rich detail and color. We cross the opening to
the delta, a wide crossing edged with soft curving arcs of grasses. A
large ship graveyard forms an abstract cluster at the DAR end. I de
over the bridge we pass through flatland-grasses, distant semi hills
and wandering bodies of water. The lands feels soft wild and open.
School doesn't start till the month end but I want to gain my footing
with my studio setup and practice.