Morning breakfast and talk preparation at Cure, right around the corner from where I was staying
I put my feet firm on the earth and with clarity and determination sung my voice and spoke from my heart
“Ten Percent Tithe” the two matrix print on Missoula County Plat Book pages that I distributed to conference attendees
Conference closing dinner. A wonderful gathering of map makers, friends and maps.
The looming presence of power and violence; Wisconsin 64
I was not impressed, I was disturbed. . . the largest Navy base in the world
My poster-map contribution to the conference; “Put Earth First” and “Because Loving Her, Tithe”
A visit to the local Art Museum; Felipe Jesus Consalvos’s “The American System”
A visit to the local Art Museum; South African Ubuhle Women ”Beading From The Soul”
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget.”
Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living
Resident Flamingos at toMake™ Studio
Out & About
The Resident Cat Taking a Break From Her Stressful Life
“These are the facts. The Senate majority, which the Republican Party currently holds with 51 seats, presently represents 18 percent of the country’s population. Following Brett Kavanaugh’s confirmation, four of the Supreme Court’s nine justices have been appointed by presidents who lost the popular vote. Two of those justices attended the same D.C. area prep school.”
Jacob Sugarman :: acting managing editor at Truthdig
Printing ink on paper
Relief matrix on the press for the second of two runs
Water is good, so is thirst;
shadow is good, so is sun;
the honey from the rosemarys
and the honey of the bare fields.
Antonio Machado, translated by Robert Bly
But What About the Place
Have you been to the place itSelf? Making a map is about place, and place is something that is both other than, but also ourself - an interwoven and dynamic relationship. Making should involve a conscious exploration with this otherness before a mark is made; with emptiness of mind and intent. 'I wake to sleep, and . . . learn by mapping where I stop to map.' Our mark-mapping presents the opportunity of a moral center, no left or right, only the voice of the Place. You have to be on the side of the Place, the whole interwoven inclusiveness within which we live.
“I am an artist… I am here to live out loud.”
“It is truth that is at stake, and I believe that the ability to speak the truth, even when it does not reflect well upon oneself, is a paramount quality we seek in our nation’s most powerful judges,”
Chad Ludington: in a statement to the NY Times regarding his classmate Brett Kavanaugh
Steps down to the river trail.
Stopping and writing just above the “M”.
Looking upstream through Helgate Canyon. Just above the high water mark of Glacial Lake Missoula.
Mount Sentinel looking out over the Missoula valley, sunset September 28th.
“And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.”
Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day
“So I think about the valley. And it occurs to me more and more that everything I have seen is wholly gratuitous. The giant water bug’s predations, the frog’s croak, the tree with the lights in it are not in any real sense necessary per se to the world or to its creator. Nor am I. The creation in the first place, being itself, is the only necessity, for which I would die, and I shall. The point about that being, as I know it here and see it, is that, as I think about it, it accumulates in my mind as an extravagance of minutiae. The sheer fringe and network of detail assumes primary importance. That there are so many details seems to be the most important and visible fact about the creation. If you can’t see the forest for the trees, then look at the trees; when you’ve looked at enough trees, you’ve seen a forest, you’ve got it. If the world is gratuitous, then the fringe of a goldfish’s fin is a million times more so. The first question—the one crucial one—of the creation of the universe and the existence of something as a sign and an affront to nothing, is a blank one. I can’t think about it. So it is to the fringe of that question that I affix my attention, the fringe of the fish’s fin, the intricacy of the world’s spotted and speckled detail.”
Annie Dillard : from “Pilgrim at Tinker Creek”
- alley life
- earth events
- meena the cat
- morning piece
- national park
- open space