Well, in the beginning there was a post from 2013, which of course wasn’t really the beginning….and happy to say that neither was it the end, as here I am four years later and it feels miraculous to be here now, beginning my blog in earnest.
So, my first post had to do with how, for an artist, process is journey and journey is everything you ever wanted but were looking out the window while you asked and yes, there was wind in your face. And yes, there was a radio.
There was always a radio and it was always a process, um…journey.
Recalling and relenting, relaxing and inventing…Breathing mind as she relaxes into a kind of sudden humming … then some melody makes its own way toward rare formation…
I used to think that singing was my favorite past time. Oh wait, I still do!~