Monthly Archives: January 2006

Golden Dreams

The dream of the golden retriever ranch continues… this is my image for the Artist’s Way “Environment” task this week. My ideal environment is a big ranch near a lake or perhaps ocean shore where I can raise goldens, train them, and prepare them to be service dogs. I also want to be able to rescue dogs and repurpose them as service dogs or pets. It needs to be near a town where the dogs can go and be socialized at nursing care facilities, schools, etc. But I want enough “country” around me that I can garden, have a stable and horses, be near a guest house or bed and breakfast that could use our kennels as a place for their guests pets to stay near them. I want to be able to have enough staff or family here that we can take off and travel when we want, so it would truly serve as our “base camp” for exploring the world.

And of course, we would do dog yoga.

Hecate: The Gift

Hecate: The Gift

Once, when I was doing chemotherapy, had just been abandoned by my lover of twenty-some years, and was about as sorry for myself as it was possible to feel, I was sitting in a restaurant trying to make myself eat something. I called for the check and the waitress said, “A man saw you sitting in the window, came in and paid for your meal. He left this.” It was a tiny, dirty scrap of paper, torn off of an envelope and it said: “Believe.” I still have that scrap of paper and it keeps me going sometimes when I feel like giving up.

Grandma Holton

One of the last pictures and letters from my Grandmother Holton, my mother’s mom, from 1992. She was “resident of the month” at her nursing home so she had her picture done, one of the rare formal pictures I have of her.

Reading Deprivation Week

Starting week 4 of Artist’s Way this week, so I will not be doing my usual blog reading. Guess I’ll miss all the fussing over Alito and the SOTU and all that fun stuff. I DO have to read enough to study for my Japanese midterm, though. But, I’ll be reading in Japanese. ;^)

Hopefully I will be posting all the art I’m doing while I’m not reading, though!


Starting to read through Jennifer New’s ” Drawing From Life: The Journal as Art

“I think we are well-advised to to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget.We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” — Joan Didion, On Keeping a Notebook

“Journal writing is a voyage to the interior” — Christina Baldwin

“I set about filling the notebook with odd facts, stories from the past, and all sorts of other things, often including the most trivial material. On the whole I concentrated on things I found charming and splendid; my notes are also full of poetry and observations on trees and plants, birds and insects.” — The Pillow Books of Sei Shonagon

“I was out walking the dog and I saw 500 things that made me want to make art” — Maria Kalman