This is my three hundredth blog post.
portrait of the artist as an old crow
I have scraps of paper all over the place, and post-it notes. I am always trying to organize them into form, into thought, into sentence, paragraph, completed piece of art. This blog began as a way for me to try to keep track of that process. It's wild to think that I have been keeping track for what- almost five years now?
I have so much to say:
about birds
about art
about putting birds in art
about archetypes and totems and myth
about joseph campbell
about life being comical and tricky
about life imitating art
but mostly I just find myself speechless.
Maybe I will try again, with no. 301.
