Tuesday, September 23, 2014


When people die they leave behind tiny deposits, like dust or ash, littering the lives of those who have to carry on. Impossible to wipe a house clean. Memories dwelled in cobweb places behind wardrobes and between cupboards; they hid behind radiators; they urged on shelves; like slivers of shattered glass, they waited for their moment to lodge deep in any vulnerable expanse of passing skin.

                                                  from Requiem
                                                    by Graham Joyce

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Sara by Stevie Nicks . . . a love song

And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I had met my match--he was singing
And undoing the laces
Undoing the laces
--Stevie Nicks

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Can I spend an entire week offline?

You might NOT be surprised that I cannot spend an entire week off the Internet. Yes, I cheat. And God knows I have tried. Let's face it, the Internet is addicting--that single status placed somewhere, anywhere, scrolling your Twitter feed, checking your Facebook messages, blogging your word count which has to be the most pathetic thing, promoting the image you have created for yourself. The list goes on and on.

I cannot spend an entire week offline.

There have been multiple attempts at trying. Multiple. Failures all. In August I made a serious attempt and lasted three days at most, although I did cut my Internet time by half. But that just isn't good enough. I don't like myself for it. Most of you are probably wondering what the big deal is. Well, I believe the Internet has affected my life in a negative way. Although I have met wonderful people on the Internet and certainly hope to continue that one day, I no longer feel the Internet is productive for my artistic life. I just don't. And there are days where I feel the Internet emotionally harms me. I just don't need all these inputs, good or bad, in my artistic life. I need quiet and reflection.

This last year I've spent a great deal of time reading about the creative life, how the brain works during the creative process, what helps you to be creative and so forth. Unfortunately, the Internet is not a productive tool for most artists. And shockingly, a digital lifestyle and habit can affect how your brain works.

I just don't want this habit anymore.

So what does this all really mean for me. It means I am going into Internet detox. I will be communicating with a few friends via email, because I do value some of the friendships I have made online.  Internet Detox is a lot like any other detox program. You give up the drug. Laughing. 

I sincerely mean to give up the Internet for the rest of the year and hopefully come back to it next year with proper perspective.

I know it's just a habit and I can break the habit. See all of you later !  I am totally unplugged after this post.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Nature inspires me, my place, my people, the trees

People are always talking about originality; but what do they mean? As soon as we are born the world begins to work upon us; and this goes on to the end. And, after all, what can we call our own, except energy, strength, and will? If I could give an account of all that I owe to great predecessors and contemporaries, there would be but a small balance in my favour.
                                              Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.