I have moved about 35 pieces into 10 acres of woods I call"Irony Gardens" a nod to David Smith, a mentor from so long ago. I have about another 30 pieces to place.

Five years have passed since my last post, I have just had my most important birthday to date, my 70th.
How bizarre is it to be that old.
This body is like an aging spacesuit in the withering environment of time.
Five years has seen a lot of work completed, work that I am happy with.
Five years has seen a few tumultuous relationships.
Five years has found me in one that is stable, as stable as they can be.

It feels absurd to be making work that few see, few care about .
Absurd is a term we apply to that we do not understand, that which makes us anxious.

I now have a following of about a dozen crows, they awaken me early every morning for their breakfast.
They wake up my goats who are then onto me for breakfast.
These are important things.

My painting has taken a twist.
Prescient Memories is the working title of what I am at now.
Painting the absence of things , absence that we, humans , have had a hand in.

A tinge of mourning.

Ivy Walker, her kids , grandkids and great gandkids hung out in High River for a week celebrating Ivy's 90th Birthday.
Her sister Violet, from GB was also there.

Vi's daughter Rosemary was there too. These are the transparencies we did of each other.There must have been two dozen of us. Some of us were sober.

after the snow

From my favourite scholar on things meaningful : Edward Edinger

I do not believe we can cherry pick the universe, either a cigar is just a cigar or it is more than a cigar. Not a little pregnant. The thing is that synchronicities , if I have spelled it right, are not open to quick dissection, like dreams and onions they are very layered. The pic of me was not planned, the unusual little package placed anonymously in my faculty mailbox was startling.They happened on the same day as something else which I won't mention but played an important third in this trinity of syncronicities. The shadow knows!