Month: November 2019


Se-duct-ion


Whidbey Island Our eyes are drawn to light at night.  For some, it is the blue light of the television.  For others, it is the grey light of net-surfing and for others still, it may even be the red light of a brothel or a working home-fire-detector up on the...

My patron saint


Mr. Fred Rogers A close friend of mine sent me this icon he commissioned of an iconographer.  If you knew my friend, you would know why.  My friend is one of the kindest men I know.   There seems to be a lot being written about Fred Rogers these days...

The Serpent’s Tail


A wreath made from beach findings on Friday Harbor on San Juan Island here, in Puget Sound, in the Salish Sea. Toward the end of the 16th century, a word was coined from the root word “wer” meaning to twist or bend from which the word “wreath” came.  It was...

Pustules and playfulness- the artist’s dilemma


Tea Bowl (Chawan) # 21 in a series. November 2019, Whidbey Island Pottery is a craft that never ceases to humble one.  Humility - the word - comes from “humus” or “earth.” Digging clay, processing it into readiness for the potter’s wheel and then spinning it - twirling it -...