here | there
Seattle reaches up from between mountain and sea. Two Dot stretches out on a long horizon between sky and field. My year is split between the two; here becoming there becoming here becoming there again. These pages explore both locations from my current vantage point.
2019 holds a sabbatical from teaching. It is a gift, an extended semi-colon between before and after, with time enough to tolerate the lines I have drawn to blur.
Finding all the pieces. A stack of rags is altered by folding, yet doesn’t try to masquerade as anything other than rags. The broken bowl, settled into a depression made by its own shape, is broken precisely in two halves. I thought of gluing it, but found it rested more whole on this humble stack.