Peter Schjeldhal, Shape of Things: The Birth of the Abstract
Read the rest here.
Well, I read that days ago. And I am not possessed of enough consciousness to write a proper post, but I don't want to get out of the habit entirely.
I was in Brooklyn and Manhattan quite a bit last week, and somehow did not find or carve out the time and mindspace to reflect or even report on the week's activities.
Now, I am back in Brewster, with a few work related items on my to do list, so this will be short.
Kittehs are swell. Cooder is ready for me to come to bed. Emmylou is entertaining on the home front with her "throw-all-discretion-to-the-wind" way of sprawling while she sleeps.
I would that I slept that deeply and well.
|One of her more subdued poses.|
I'll be back.