Friday, June 29, 2007

Georgia's Mountain

When I am gone
scatter me there
on my mountain of
blue perdernal
flat it stands
make no fuss
I will become wind
fingers through sagebrush
ambling up over old fence posts
bleached cedar in the sun
My rooms empty
my eyes now see all things
the cups are washed and placed away

-by Corby in tribute to a trip to the O'Keeffe house

Thursday, June 28, 2007

For Stieglitz (After Equivalents)

Day 2 was much better. Art, Art and more Art. I walked until I was having difficulty lifting up my feet. So many galleries and they all began to blur together. Surface is prominent, collaged textures, simple rather introspective right on the edge of meaningless work. Cult of the idiosyncratic self is what I would say as a brief overview.

Day 1 of the trip was dreadful. The airlines decided to just start canceling flights and this created chaos, as you can imagine. Add to this a massive weather front that hit the Eastern US and you have a whole lot of stuck travelers. It is also interesting when the airlines think you are in Ohio when you are actually in Atlanta at their customer service desk. Hmmm, makes it tricky to catch a plane you are already late for, but has been mercifully delayed. Get on it and then wait for the pilots for 40 minutes. Yes it was fun times. I even managed to break my good long lens a costly problem, when my camera bag strap broke in the airport.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

The Corby Hawk has flown

I will be leaving early tomorrow and have much to accomplish before then. My blogging may be a bit sparse in the near future as I will be on the road, following the path of O'Keeffe.
Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless.

-D.H. Lawrence
(in honor of my trip that will be where he also once traveled)

Monday, June 25, 2007

Go and explore some romantic but lovely images of people with animals here

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Bunch of Bunnies

Group of 7

I managed to hit myself in the face with a large stick. It fell on me as I was moving them. Fabulous, now I have a bruised face and eye. I am a major klutz.

Otherwise the day was relaxing, a rare thing in my world. I built an upgrade to the rabbit cage and cooked some really delicious Kansas City Barbeque Chicken and potatoes. I made my own sauce and it was supremely yummy. I also had a fire and roasted marshmellows (hence the moving large and apparently threatening sticks)

A pleasant day before the rush of packing. I am going West soon! (with a black eye no doubt (sigh)) So I will have some really cool photos soon. Until then you will have to be content with the supremely cute group of 7 (bunnies that is).

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Robin with no tail

I rescued this robin off of the road. He is under veterinary care tonight, but may have to live in captivity until he can regrow some tail feathers.
Laura was leaning against the fireplace, gazing at Paul. And Paul noticed all of a sudden that she was no longer wearing dark glasses. She held them in her hand and gazed at him, her eyes swollen and moist. He realized that for quite a while she hadn't been listening to what he was saying.

He fell silent. The room became filled with a stillness, which made him through some mysterious power move closer to her. She said, "Paul, why didn't we two meet sooner? Before all the others..."

Those words spread out between them like a mist.

-Milan Kundera Immortality

Friday, June 22, 2007

I want to change, to rearrange
What is going on
I need to change, I need to play
Like a five year old

I can't detach from the past and all of the pain
I need to learn, start from scratch begin again

Throw away yesterday
Today is a brand new day
Throw away yesterday
Today is a brand new day

So I'm going to eat one hundred sweets
I don't care if I get fat
And I'm going to speak, I won't censor me
I know I can take nothing back

And I'm going to jump I will unburden
I cannot go too deep
I will not run from bad things I've done
They're things I'll try not to repeat

Throw away yesterday
Today is a brand new day
Throw away yesterday
Today is a brand new day

Welcome to
The church of what's happening now
Head straight through
It costs nothing but change

Sia -The Church of What's Happening Now

Thursday, June 21, 2007

What lies underneath?

At a certain institution of learning there were the given formalities of the "crossing", the politically correct term for graduation. The administrators were giving their speeches in order to salute the student's achievements. During the endless speeches you could hear the sound of crickets in the auditorium, I mean this literally. There were crickets calling in the dimmed auditorium. The senior prank was to release them in the school. (Disclaimer: as I am current member of said "establishment" I do not condone the release of crickets in schools or any other animals for that matter....) I wish I had those kids in my class, the ones with that much rebellion and imagination. There is hope for the world.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

What makes an eye beautiful? Not the eye itself, although there are intrinsic forms which we acknowledge to be beautiful. It is the regard, the soul; and, in part, what surrounds the eye. Not the "liquid look." A snail has that.

-William Morris Hunt -On Painting and Drawing

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

One eye

On days like today, after intolerable heat and humidity my brother and I would stand in the open garage and wait. The storm would come after changing the world to that supersaturated color. It would roll in much like today from a black sky. My grandmother would laugh at us and remark about angels bowling in heaven. We would agree and say it must be a particularly good game of bowling if the storm was bad. She would let us go run out of the garage, when the electrical part of the storm passed over. We would run with wild abandon throwing up our arms. The downpour would immediately drench us. Our feet would slap against the still hot blacktop that steamed in the rain. We laughed like maniacs and ran in and out of the garage. My grandmother would sit and smile at us. Our clothes would hang heavy on us full of water. Eventually the storm would pass and the rain would stop. My grandmother always had warm towels on hand. Ever since those days I have loved summer storms. Even when I get soaked in them.

Monday, June 18, 2007

P.S. I have gotten into an important juried show!!
I got my dad in as well. Hence my excitement :-)

just plain cute

Don't worry about saving these songs!
And if one instrument breaks,
it doesn't matter.

We have fallen into the place
where everything is music.
The strumming and the flute notes
rise into the atmosphere,
and even if the whole world's harp
should burn up, there will still be
hidden instruments playing.

So the candle flickers and goes out.
We have a piece of flint, and a spark.

This singing art is sea foam.
The graceful movements come from a pearl
somewhere on the ocean floor.

Poems reach up like spindrift and the edge
of driftwood along the beach, wanting!

They derive
from a slow and powerful root
that we can't see.

Stop the words now.
Open the window in the center of your chest,
and let the spirits fly in and out.

-Rumi -Where Everything is Music

Sunday, June 17, 2007

P.S. Happy Fathers day to all fathers. I am lucky to have my own father still, who is currently on vacation fishing. (his favorite thing) I am also lucky enough to have an amazing father who fought cancer and more in his life with a stubborn will. Thanks for that dad, it gets me through all adversity when I need it I can bull through just like you.

Bacon, Number VII

From the Museum of Modern Art, the series Eight Studies for a Portrait by Francis Bacon
I spent a little time with Francis Bacon this morning.
It was a rather good time to go, the gallery was practically empty
aside from a few artists I have seen often but do not really know.
What was interesting to me about Bacon's work is not the over commented on faces, yes we know they are corrupted, disfigured and oddly animal looking. Rather it was the simple suggestion of space that he employed in many paintings. I know I am looking for this in my own work. The figure takes up the foreground and the rest fades. There is no complicated process of space. It is so simple and masterful, it does not take away from the central focus, but leads you right into it. Space often becomes little frames and areas of hue. The hue pushes back the space and in a sense the color itself then creates space, when the values are played with. How utterly simple and I am always tending to try to over complicate in my own work. So a good lesson from Francis today, and I am eager to try it out.
On my way out one of the artists I see but do not know (I am rather shy in person) commented on the show. They are so modern for 1950 don't you think? Hmmm, well I said yes of course. It was interesting how we all are looking for different things and I wanted good ole' Francis to show me space, she wanted to be reminded of the modern. Ahhhhh, today I love painting, love it and I am in my studio ready to correct a painting and give it space. Thanks Francis.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Field Sparrow

There are many birds in decline that you would never suspect.
There is a list here and you can read an article here

Friday, June 15, 2007

We are able to hear a single tone.
But we almost never (that is, without special devices) see a single color
unconnected and unrelated to other colors.
Colors present themselves in continuous flux, constantly related to
changing neighbors and changing conditions.

As a consequence, this proves for the reading of color
what Kandinsky often demanded for the reading of art:
what counts is not the what but the how.

-Interaction of Color- by Josef Albers

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.

-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow -Evangeline

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

The tables were wooden with plastic checkered tablecloths. I was around 12 at the time and entering that horribly awkward stage. I remember sitting and listening to the conversations around me. I was always doing that, listening to adult gossip and wondering what my own life story was going to be like. I was rather determined that my life was going to be an interesting life full of sighed upon scandal. It certainly seemed better then the alternative.

This party was in a big barn and the band was playing near hay bales. They were playing old timey music, fiddles and banjos. Lots of people were dancing. The food was excellent, my first taste of smoked salmon (a dish I still relish). I remember dancing for the first time with a partner. This was a new experience, a young woman being asked to dance. They were mostly older and it was all rather innocent. They just made it effortless for me. I loved the way that felt, a man taking the lead and pulling me along to his movements.

To this day, I have a certain feeling of joy when I hear old timey music. It always pulls me into those first moments of really feeling feminine. A certain magic that still echoes, even today as I drove home. I was listening to the now defunct band The Heartbeats and remembering those dances. It made me smile as I sang to it. In my mind I was pulled along with a hand resting just so on my back, and my body gliding across the hay strewn floor.

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

People have (with the help of conventions) oriented all their solutions
toward the easy and toward the easiest side of the easy; but it is clear
that we must hold to what is difficult; everything alive holds to it, everything
in Nature grows and defends itself in its own way and is characteristically and
spontaneously itself, seeks at all costs to be so and against all opposition.

Rainer Maria Rilke -Letters to a Young Poet

Monday, June 11, 2007


I will eat this city
that had rejected me
refused to feed me
would not call me home

I will wear its sparkling sidewalks
tango in old memories
and dance on the back
of grown-up doubts

I will take it ruthless
deny me nothing
I will hold this
my dreams drive freeways


Sunday, June 10, 2007

So the one rabbit I rescued has added up to 10. Last night Hyzenthlay (yes I have named her) kindled 10 babies, but one died.

In other news, I may miss an opening I am having. It is not a solo show but I wonder if I should really try to be there. hmmmm.... I wonder what the protocol is for that?

Saturday, June 09, 2007

There is a huge debate about wind farms. They are much more ecological for energy production, but can harm hundreds of migrating birds because of their locations. I am in the middle of this debate. Which is the greater cost, the individual birds that die from the turbines or the loss of habitat and the effects of warming? I wonder if a compromise is possible.

Friday, June 08, 2007

Doing work late, again.... but here an anthem to enjoy by Rufus Wainwright which I am just really enjoying here
Go and take a virtual walk so that you never have to leave home,
A child that I know (I do not have my own) mentioned to me that she is allergic to walruses. I asked her how she figured out she was allergic to them. Well, she said whenever she is swimming and a walrus comes over to her she really begins to sneeze.

Thursday, June 07, 2007

Everyone at work is really putting forth the effort to make me look like an idiot.
In other news, I am sick to death of my own self and just really feeling far to depressed to even want to post this at all. I need my damn painting and all this other crap I am doing does not appease me at all. I am utterly dissatisfied. I have fallen into the abyss, I will fall off the edge of the world, I will fall and fall and fall and fall.
-empty air greets me and my miserable self

Wednesday, June 06, 2007


His paintings grew darker every year.
They filled the walls, they filled the room;
eventually they filled his world-
all but the ravishment.
When the voices faded, he would rush to hear
the scratched soul of Mozart
endlessly in gyre.
Back and forth, back and forth,
he paced the paint-smeared floor,
diminishing in size each time he turned,
trapped in his monumental void,
raving against his adversaries.
At last he took a knife in his hand
and slashed an exit for himself
between the frames of his tall scenery.
Through the holes of his tattered universe
the first innocence and the light
came pouring in.

-The Artist by Stanley Kunitz

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Whether you realize it or not, you have now dramatically altered your hawk's perception of the world.

-The Falconer's Apprentice William C. Oakes

Monday, June 04, 2007

I speak to them:

"If you are hands,

why don't you


And the wings beat

the air, clapping.

They fly

high above elbows

and wrists.

They open windows

and leave

-from Hands Siv Cedering

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Why the snow brush didn't work

(yes I still have a snow brush in my car in June, but hey we had 24 inches of snow in early October)
With Fiver beside him, he led the way out of the ditch and down the slope. In less than a minute the little band of rabbits had disappeared into the dim, moonlight night.

-Watership Down by Richard Adams

Rescued rabbit

A rather odd day. The bird banding station was closed, sadly. On the way I had to rescue a white rabbit that was on the side of the road. She looked rather ragged and is skinny (you can feel her backbone). She was hopping in the ditch and I was sliding in the cattail muck. Now she is resting well, had a bath and has eaten some food.
Then I had to move a big old female snapping turtle out of the expressway. They are laying eggs and like the soft dirt on the shoulder of the roads. Sometimes they stray and get run over. Luckily I grabbed two bungee cords and slipped them under her. This set up enabled me to carry her off the road without getting snapped by her strong jaws. (never grab them by the tail, they can reach you with their mouth) (always cross them in the direction they are going or they will just go back)
Then finally the rain came after I had some time to plant. It was a welcomed relief from the driest May EVER in this area (and one of the hottest).

Saturday, June 02, 2007

really cool and hypnotic a whale online, let it flow by you. Ok, back to work.

looking up?

There is something I should attend tonight, a big art party but I can't seem to gather up the energy. I am determined to not be sad, there are just too many things I want to do with my life to mope. It is not productive, but I find myself edging around it tonight. I almost applied to this show/art party thing and I am glad I did not. I have been very busy with work. I worked for a good part of the day and the weather has been gorgeous. I have a case of the why bothers? Oh well life is life, who cares anyway. People are going to be on your path or they are not. There is no use is trying to make it otherwise. I know better and the thought of it rather depresses me. Oh well, why bother, life is life. So I will stay home and go to bed early and go do bird research tomorrow early where they can hold them in hand. I am afraid I am rather blah, so go look here for a cool blog.

Friday, June 01, 2007

This will be brief, I worked a 14.5 hour day a non-stop on your feet one from 7:30 AM to 10:00 PM (I think my math is right, I am sooooooo sleepy).
I just wanted to post my weird event. A teenager had the song "Dreams" by the Cranberries on her phone. I thought that was odd because it is an older song and she is young. I mentioned that I had not heard it in a long time. Then I heard it on the radio just on my way home. Odd.
Then I thought hmmm... I should pull out that old CD and upload it to my mp3 player. I switched radio stations and the other station played "Zombie", Weird.

Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, it’s never quite as it seems
’cause you’re a dream to me
Dream to me
-Cranberries "Dream"

Goodnight good people.