grow vast and need no names
each something is a celebration of the nothing
that supports it. ~john cage
little free library
Lisa Brown and Marcus Ewert were there for the day.
“The mission of The Eric Carle Museum of Picture Book Art, a non-profit organization in Amherst, Massachusetts, is to inspire a love of art and reading through picture books. The only full-scale museum of its kind in the United States, The Carle collects, preserves, presents, and celebrates picture books and picture book illustrations from around the world. In addition to underscoring the cultural, historical, and artistic significance of picture books and their art form, The Carle offers educational programs that provide a foundation for arts integration and literacy.”
I have new work hanging in Moosewood Restaurant in Ithaca, New York. Had my camera not spent a few days gone missing and then been found amongst the kale and fennel, I would have pictures to show of painting the fabrics, constructing the compositions, and the finished pieces. Alas. I would have pictures of all the Moosewood cookbooks I own, so many stained pages on my long road of learning to cook learning curve. I would also have pictures of the books I’ve read recently, Fates and Furies by Margaret Groff, thumbs down. I wanted to like it, everyone else does. The Heart Goes Last by Margaret Atwood, thumbs up. Classic Atwood. Of course I would have all the pictures I was taking when the camera dropped while harvesting~the hopeful new willow garden of future sculptures, the delightful tomatoes after several years of blight and stinkbugs, the colorful non~stop swiss chard, the surprising volunteer gourds everywhere, and the world’s largest whistlepig* I thought was most certainly a bear cub. And of course the there’s no doubt I’m a bear and I brought a friend moment.
I hope to get a camera soon, before I head up to Ithaca again. My work will be on display for the month of October.
* The groundhog Marmota monax, also known as a woodchuck.