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Tag: Circles

  • Circles

    I was sitting in a business office waiting for my turn when I started obsessing over an end table. It looked like the end of a log, but it was made in a kind of cement. It looked like the log had been pressed into the cement. I did what normally would do and made…

  • Sitting In Circles

    I think these circular things are called bangles. No, not the band, the circular things. Although, the guitar player and singer Suzanna Hoffs has been top of mind lately because she wrote a book and has been on a publicity tour. I’m pretty sure the book is on many top sellers lists. She’s real live…

  • Will The Circle Be Unbroken?

    W ill it? I don’t know. It seems like all of my circles have cracks in them. It’s a fight these days to keep them from breaking apart. I’m resilient — a word that all New Orleanians hate — but sometimes enough is enough. I mourn for all the victims of mass shootings. I mourn…

  • R0ll Away The Stone

    Every now and then I photograph something that amounts to a still life. I say, “amounts to” because I really don’t know how to shoot this stuff. I’m not going to tell you what this balls really are. I’m going to let you guess. To me these are the strangest things ever invented. They are…

  • Before Time

    Almost pure art. That’s what this picture evolved into from almost nothing. I started with a picture of magenta flowers on a blue handicapped parking sign. I went sort of crazy. I kept going until I arrived at this picture. I have no idea what it means. I seem to be stuck in space, so…

  • Music in Me

    I made a picture. I made a musical picture. At least, that’s how I see it. I don’t know why, but it does. It’s very likely that it will look like something else to you. That doesn’t matter. We all bring our life, our experience and our influences to all art. That’s why you like…

  • Circles

    Brand new. This picture. I’m late today because I wanted to make a new picture on one of our walks. I’m not really out of new work. It’s just that nothing in my new files moves me. Another day. A new look. A change in thinking. Which brings me to this. We began Mardi Gras…

  • Circles

    I was out walking. The dog who sees things accompanied me. She saw this. But, just the shapes. Not the color. The brightly colored circles caught my eye.  She — the dog — doesn’t see color like that. Dogs see monochromatically. That’s fine for them because their noses know. I saw them. Circles. I think…

  • Mushroom in Black & White

    This is what happens when we get a lot of rain, combined with summer’s heat and normal humidity. Weird mushrooms. And, black and white art. I made this picture in between storms. In some areas of the neighborhood, water was still standing. What am I saying? Was? We haven’t had heavy rainfall in a couple…