not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Tuesday, August 2, 2011


how art appears

why?  why does it appear?

why breathe, why love, why anything?


  1. it is all around us this art.
    why indeed!

    this was a wonderful day with first snow
    and sunny skies.



  2. you know, for all of my questions, and i have many, i sense that just beyond them there is a cause for none. instead just the steady state of being like a man sitting on a stone or a woman standing at her sink or a hummingbird looking in a window.

    yes, it was a wonderful day with first snow. how could we be so lucky to be inside of a first snow? and yet we were. we chased it without knowing. it found us. imagine. coats with zippers and buttons. cold. almost incomprehensible today but not tomorrow.


  3. i float here, all day long ... these clouds float through me, questioning their longing for the sky or the moon ... the window is an angel ...

  4. you give us wings, erin. you give us wings..... xo


"Words at the limit of hearing, attributable to no one, received in the conch of the ear like dew by a leaf." (philippe jaccottet) or even a quiet presence is appreciated))