A dove flew into our home studio through the open door. The next few hours were spent trying to coax it out. There is something very interesting yet heartbreaking about a bird indoors.
02 Object (old)
In August, I sent a postcard to my daughter while in Paris. It arrived this month. I left it with the hotel clerk, and I assume they forgot to put it in the mail for quite awhile.
03 Object (new)
A new prescription for eyeglasses …
My almost-three-year-old son sitting on the potty, looking up at me, and saying, ‘You’re beautiful, have I told you that today?’
I went up to meet one my best friend’s new daughters the week she was born. Encountering such a new being on this earth made me slow down and look around with more awareness.
06 Night Out
Andrew and I went out for dinner after he’d been away for awhile. We sat on a homey porch of a restaurant and had a long dinner. By the end of the evening it was just us and two ladies from Kenya on the porch, so we all got to talking about Africa and jazz music.
07 Day Out
It was cloudy out, and felt autumnal (rare in our parts). We woke up early and started with a family walk to the farmer's market, then to breakfast and grocery shopping, then a coastal drive stopping wherever we wished. We ended with a walk on the beach.
08 Time Alone
Now that the night is lingering longer, one early morning I got to watch the sky change before my family awoke.
09 Time With A Friend
A friend was over and we watched "La Collectionneuse" whilst doing castor oil packs and face masks...you’ve found a real kindred spirit when you both enjoy these things more than going out.
010 Movie / TV / Book
Krzysztof Kieślowski's Three Colors trilogy: "Blue," "White," and "Red"
Book: In the Cafe of Lost Youth and Play It As It Lays
011 Creative Act
I’ve pulled back this month to really look at my work and myself and restructure some of my work habits. I moved out of my studio, so I can’t fall back on my typical routine. I want quality over quantity and to feel like my work is honest and making me feel excited, a substance it can lack when I am going a mile a minute. So I’ve written a lot — that is probably the "creative act" to pull from this monologue.