Dandyland
gathering the garden…
A changing notebook
Not a blog — a studio notebook that keeps changing. Current work, garden notes, the animals, songs half-finished, and whatever the season turns up.
The asters held on longer than they had any right to. I painted three of them before the cold took the rest — quick, on paper, the way you catch a tune before it leaves you. There is something honest about painting a thing that is already dying. It keeps you from lying about it.
Jesse and I started the shell today in the sculpture studio. Iron wants to be a turtle more than you'd think — you heat it, and it remembers curves. We argued about the plates for an hour and then agreed the argument was the design.
I've been singing it wrong for years — a verse out of order, a note that isn't in anybody's book. Turns out the wrong way is a version too. The old singers changed things all the time. A ballad that can't change is a ballad that's already dead.
more entries to come, as the season turns…