Thoughts while thinking & repeating

I originally posted this in 2018, my words remain beneath the snow and in the clouds

FIERCE JOY THIS SEASON

Tis the time – tis the season – this Christmas Season – let it be – FIERCE JOY – we spread towards those who shun kindness, humanity, and you know – all the ideals we as humans should hold as close as Jacob Marley’s chains…

peace, love
happy holidays
am:)

making art

why must I take art

art is not something you take
it is something you give

I can only draw stick figures

fire begins
with simple sticks

none of my sculptures look right

you’re in good company
now-put all your wrongs together

and make art

The words are a riff from a piece I wrote back in 2014.
The unfinished sculpture images shown above – my latest work
His name is Abraham GS Bardo (name inspired after the prolific author George Saunders)
When finished, Abraham will inhabit a cemetery with his dearest friend the raven.

Words blasted from the past

A piece from 2014 published in the Avocet…was it so long ago…


5 am peaceful

wishing it were contented spirits
dusting the cement grass with glitter
not winter’s freeze

my dachshund’s paw prints
sweet as a postcard
one might send a faraway lover

I linger in the numbing quiet
let the moment warm this blanketed silence
hushed low like swimming beneath water
where despair drowns then floats away
in bubbles and dancing reflections

don’t want to twist the frozen doorknob
and go back inside
I’d love to remain out here
5 am
with the sparkling dust
and all that glitters
in the beauty of this silence
when the world is so peaceful

Rudolph Hug

the original marker art that posted along with the poem in 2014


hope you’re all managing these days
am:)

Junk-Shop Monster

I’ve always found that writing-like creating something with my hands-helps to exercise the demons…

I’ve been working on this particular piece of writing off & on the last month or so. It’s funny, one never knows when their work is truly finished….

Graveyard

I’ve been crawling through the basement of my creative left-behinds & freeing their souls to do as they will

God is a clock-tick, tick, tick

Despair is a fast trade commodity these days. I post these words-because I do despair-but I’m not giving up. Writing like this helps me face my fears-and once you face the monster-you see the best ways to defeat it…

onward & upward
am:)

Hot Dogs and Red Paint

My mom loved hotdogs. A month after my dad passed, Keith and I took her to Dallas Hot Wieners, a charming little eatery in Saugerties, NY. A hotdog had made her smile that day. Afterward, we walked to Emerge Gallery.

Oddly enough, I created the image below in 2017, several years before Covid. This painting had been part of a group show, “Primar(il)y Red,” Emerge Gallery, Saugerties, NY.

“At the end of 2023 Emerge Gallery closed its physical space in Saugerties, NY, but continued hosting group shows virtually through the gallery shop on Artsy.net. The on-line shop offered a platform for the works of Hudson Valley artists to be viewed and purchased by collectors throughout the world.”

Big Brown Eyes

Ah, back when my son was little, and each daily word and thought was ‘mom-ish’

Sharing a Vito Memory

My dad’s birthday is July 12th, and he’s been on my mind-truthfully-the man is never not on my mind❤️

am:)