5.3.11

photo:e.bouman, Ray and Pika

Well, here we are just about the same,

Foggy little fella, drowsy little dame.

Two sleepy people by dawn's early light,

And too much in love to say goodnight

by Hoagy Carmichael, Frank Loesser


3.3.11

Last day of symbol design/printmaking.These kids were great! Lots of fun and learning.











photo: e.bouman

Build a snow wall . Firmly pack snowballs on top of one another to form a wall of snow. Keep track of how long it takes the wall to melt completely.

Backtrack in the snow. Make a line of shoe or boot tracks in a deep snow. Then try to step backward into each foot print without falling down or making a new print.

2.3.11


“In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder and bloodshed but they produced Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland, they had brotherly love; they had five hundred years of democracy and peace and what did that produce? The cuckoo clock.”

Orson Welles, The Third Man

photo:e.bouman, Burke Museum


Beauty is not caused. It is."

~Emily Dickinson
Good to read this again as today I lead 60 sixth graders in a printmaking project at a local elementary school.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
Maryanne Williamson ~
Used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech

"It is very important not to mistake hemlock for parsley, but to believe or not believe in God is not important at all"
Denis Diderot~1713-1784

photo: Susan Wray

December

by Luci Shaw

A forty-eight hour fall with more to come.
Our life suspended. The flakes, heavy and

discrete, rise on roof and rail to loaves of snow.
The generous sky breeds a pearly light

with no shadow. We up the heat against
the forecast's drop. Voices on the phone agree,

It's beautifully dangerous. Stay home.
Somewhere the repeated, muted sound—

a shovel shifting from a sidewalk
its soft, square load.

1.3.11


I see all kinds of little men
Although they're never there
I tried to push a subway train
And poured whiskey in my hair
I'm a gal who blew a fuse, I've got those blowtop blues!