To my dearest friend — thank you for sharing your brightest life
your infectious joy, your brilliant smile
each day softening these endless farewells
so—goodbye, beautiful lady—goodbye, Mom
but—hello again, always—hello again…
I miss you I adore you I love you
(above) Millie, at 80, riding the Coney Island Cyclone (1996)
xo❤️💐
Millie passed in 2021
Well, Genevieve of Greenland Glacier, aka ‘Cloven’ is finally done. Thanks to the suggestion of my beautiful daughter (we have children to steal their youthful ideas
) I used silk flowers rather than sculpting leaves. I flew in the butterflies for scale.
Genevieve is a woodland nymph who lives among the birch trees in Qinngua Valley. She is shy, loving and kind. She will remain hidden until earth’s bipedal ‘thinking’ inhabitants (& this planet’s supposed guardians) master the art of PEACE.
Genevieve of Greenland Glacier is sculpt #8 for me. At first, I’d given Genevieve a much different paint scheme which turned out horrid (I teared up a little). I thought perhaps a green coat might suit this timid dear girl. Much better. Phew! And what fun creating her mini-ornamentation.
Each new sculpt lobs its own unique challenges – disasters that I either fail or face 
as I continue on with this clay infatuation. ..
Here’s to us moving forward together…
Thank you
am:)
Sometimes, a hug can brace us for tomorrow
hope you’re all managing okay
am:)
“Wrestling is a brutal but beautiful sport. So why are its brightest stars drawn to the US president?“- Daniel Kennedy, The Guardian
Daniel Kennedy is a writer and teacher from rural Pennsylvania. He holds an MFA from Virginia Tech, where he won the Emily Morrison Prize in Fiction, and a PhD from the University of Houston’s Creative Writing Program, where he won the Inprint Donald Barthelme Memorial Prize in Nonfiction and the Provost Teaching Excellence Award. His writing has appeared in New England Review, The Florida Review, Appalachian Review, The Carolina Quarterly, Arts & Letters, BULL, and elsewhere. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and listed as a notable essay in Best American Essays. He is an Assistant Professor of Creative Writing at Angelo State University.
This cryptid sculpt is the Loveland Frogman. I created collages of a few cryptid/creature illustrations for the UFO Fair (loads of outrageous fun- JUNE 7th – Pine Bush, NY).
My husband, Keith, requested the Frogman collage (orange bkgd painting shown) to hang over his desk. Now, as I’ve crashed into sculpting, he requested a Frogman sculpt to live as a silent desk-partner. I’m glad he asked for this critter. The Frogman was great fun to make.
Have a wonderful weekend
I hope you’re managing through the madness.
For those who celebrate the day – Hoppy Easter
!
but you can call her Alice. I based Alice on an illustration I created a few years back. It was challenging and quite liberating breaking this alien-mermaid out of her 2D paper-prison.
Diggi Lann, or Alice, as we affectionately call her here in Pine Bush, NY, home to northeast alien abductions and encounters, is a loving soul…❤️
The element of water mesmerizes those in its sight, extraterrestrials strive for knowledge and community, together, these two wield the awesome power of PEACE.☮️
hope you’re all managing along
am🌎
I believe Art’s authentic value is held in the heart of the viewer. This large acrylic (5′ x 5′) work was painted decades ago. Over the years, viewers have given me the gift of their unique interpretations of this image.
I know why I painted this image back then, but today, for me, it has come to bear an entirely different meaning – one that I hold in my heart.
Feel free to share your interpretation if you’d like. (I’ll not comment on your thoughts, good or bad – swing away)
I hope you’re managing during this time of… (so many words I want to put here, but we’re being bombarded enough)
Peace,
am
Created in a quiet moment of reflection
Feel free to share this image
We’re in this for the long haul
Thank you
The Woodpecker
outside my daughter’s window, the woodpecker hammering the aluminum gutter
knows nothing other—than what he knows
this incensed bird will wake my teen who already sleeps fitfully
beneath the creatures who suffocate her dreams:
they claw earth; pollute water; rape land;
tear friendships; rend families; decimate futures
they alter climates
they type in ALL CAPS
the woodpecker continues his assault on the gutter outside my daughter’s window
if this red-headed madcap mirrored humanity at all, he might desist
but he doesn’t know anything other—than what he knows
the hammering bird hunts for his brand of love;
his brand of sustenance;
his right to expand his territory;
his need to collect like-minded-birds who would adore his amplified walloping
so, I must continue thinking of ways to deter him—or at the very least send him elsewhere
but how unkind would that be—he’s only a bird after all
the inane walloping is coming from elsewhere
(Prisma pencil pecker created about ten years ago)
I hope you’re all managing okay.
I take in every headline without breathing
anntogether 