Greetings!

So we've been getting snow big time!  And I am also adding things to my etsy shop as of yesterday and for the rest of the week.  Please feel free to stop over there and take a peep...  :)  I'm in the process of adding a couple surprises by the end of the week so stay tuned!

It's really starting to feel like Christmas time!   This morning something very interesting happened, I was exploring the Call Park (our wooded state park) by car while my daughter was asleep in the backseat.  I got out to take a few photos of the trees and snow and out of the horizon came a giant german shepard ducking out from his hiding spot.  He was super playful, at first I didn't really know what was going on.  Then I realized that he was the german shepard I always spied sitting in the driveway across the street from the State Park during the summer time.  Once I was in the car when he kinda kept running circles around it.  I drived forward and he'd follow and I drived back and he'd follow.  I didn't want him to get run over!  So after a bunch of what seemed like back and forth with the dog running next to my car and myself trying to figure out what to do I decided to head over to his house.  No one was home.  I sat in my car and he sat next to the my car still outside but looking very calm.  Suddenly his owner shows up at the end of the driveway and he thanks me for waiting with his dog who accidentally got out on he roS.  I knew his dog was trying to tell me something!!!  It seemed so out of context with the way my day was going, waking up late, setting up an etsy shop for the first time not really knowing what I am doing or if anyone will buy anything annoyed by my tedious worry, dealing with my very energetic Iris and sending Enoch off to school.  Then this dog comes out of nowhere and I am forced to be totally aware of something bigger than myself.  He followed me for two blocks and ran in front of my car at one point...  It was a small thing in a way.  But it reminded me of the time I went up to the Los Angeles National forest with my cousin in the pitch black of night.  Burning sage and listening to old punk songs and feeling like we were looking for a bit of respite.  Then it happened, out of nowhere a female doe appeared right next to our car door, I stopped she stopped I drove and she ran with us for a good while.  It felt like the best sign ever.  I like when things happen by chance and yet they subtly pause to reveal a larger message.  Something like 'you are not alone' maybe.

above photo:  beautiful drawing by Daniela de Sarasqueta.

Anyhow, I also included a photo of an awesome drawing I received yesterday from Argentina.  Daniela and I are doing a drawing share.  I've sent off a couple drawings to her and she'll add to them and I have the honor of adding to her very lovely work.  + sp. note (i'm trying to figure out how to touch her beautiful painting w/ out changing it's loveliness!)  (i will post a photo of the painting i sent to her soon)

So I'll be posting very soon, in the meantime working on the shop getting it ready.  Thanks for looking.

<3

eyes for the dreamy

nunta de piatra (the stone wedding), 1972.

more here.  

concurs (1982).

more here.

And an indoor garden startup/ painting update on Friday!  Thanks for being so patient with me.  This cold is the pits and well i can have a tendency to be a major procrastinator, deadly combo indeed.  Also, been feeling a little uninspired lately by my little old town but I did manage to snap a few photos on Tues. (below is a teaser of some of the photos I will post on Fri.), it got me out of the house.  Cheers to that!  

Inside this and dear

New work available in the shop as printed matter.    

When we first moved here to Algona, Iowa Chris' mom took me for a drive to his aunt's house.  We went through a wooded area called Call Park and some deer were there to say hello as we turned the corner.  Looking right at us.

It was the first time in awhile I felt like maybe everything might be alright, considering we were living at Chris' parents house at the time and the whole move was so sudden and urgent.  Thank goodness things turned out just fine, a month later we found a spot to live thanks in part mostly to Chris' Dad finding out about a place up for rent and moved right in.

The Voice in the Snow

above image:  parkman's travel tales 1849 (a young man spitting a bullet into the barrel to load his rifle.) remington art.

Today the snow was floating down like crazy.  I even went outside to film it a couple of times.
I watched a few victorian/ pagan inspired music videos then I really started feeling the supernatural powers of the snow, I think I even saw a spirit out there!  Just sayin'.


'Telluric'

There is a voice in that snow, the wind did show.
But what does it want to inform me?

Blow and come to life in the trees the water can do,
even when white and temporal and frighteningly new.
The wind raced down the street as five gusty silhouettes then one raced toward me
and stilled my regrets.
Like a spirit bullet it did look,
giant and startling.
 They want me to bring a strength quiet and delicate as the jewels of the prarie dance.
Whispering ghosts brought on by nature itself.
The snow and I are of the same boundaries.
And all the humankind of the ages grow with the
seasons fine veils.
Bending like tall field grass.
Changing states like water.
   

ioway artifact, female figure vessel.

image above, pencil ledger drawing:  Mr. Growing Thunder

another native american pencil drawing

ioway indian