Monthly Archives: November 2011






…she began, rather timidly, as she did not know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. ” Come, it’s pleased so far,” thought  Alice , and she went on. “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”

That depends a good deal on where you want to go get to,” said the Cat.

“I don’t much care where – ” said Alice.

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,” said the Cat.

“-so long as I get somewhere,” Alice added as an explanation.

“Oh, you’re sure to do that, ” said the Cat, “if you only walk long enough.””

Thanks for that Cat.

Truly thanks to Lewis Carroll for the words.


..but, hey, Cheshire-puss, you are my favourite collaborator of all. You can’t deny the genius!



i think you are the…

thanks for making my day girl!

…did some math, settled on 1996, and I dedicate this Bush to you!!



lots of heARTs for you and your art

a spoon full of sunshine

…makes November go down.


Not in the most delightful way. Like Poppins’ style.

But go down. So that is something.



Ok…so the body part collaborative project took on a life of its own. It just COMPLETELY ignored my schedule. Though it still is. Coming to me in flashes, revealing itself slowly over time. It will come when it is ready. Maybe.

In the meantime, I want to collaborate again. The energy is too impressive not to act on. So, CURRENT PROJECT…


(some birds I met on Ile de la Cité)

I never much cared for birds. I respected and envied their talent and beauty. However, I have had a few run-ins with birds, a few too many in this gal’s opinion, that left me feeling cold. But they have been undeniably present these last couple years, feeling all filled with wisdom and symbol. And germs. All types, all in very different places and circumstances, and in undeniably meaningful ways. I am tired of looks aghast when I reveal I don’t care for birds.(It is the very same look I get when I inform others I don’t like cake. Get over it. I like pie.)

Teach me. Tell me your bird stories. If you care to. Not the gushy ones, but rather the stories of connection and wonder. Then, as birds do in building their nests, please suggest to me a bit of something I can collect (within reason and preferably not perishable). One can post them here as comments or send them to

I know. Left field. But I feel it. I may not like them any much more in the end, but they have things to tell us. Or better, things to tell me through you.

Mull it over. Just a thought. In the meantime I’ve got a Toucan to think about.