My first Bogie period began in 1973, at Berkeley. It didn’t seem weird at the time, running around in Birkenstock’s and being crazy about that well-suited guy. I went through a lot of the oeuvre again at the beginning of the century (my, doesn’t that ooze with scope.) It’s amazing how different the cigarette smoke looks to us, isn’t it? But otherwise…there’s still a beguiling rhythm and charm. In Print
I’ve lived uneasily with Frazzle for years and finally found out his name when I was listening to Lotte Streisinger—potter, printmaker and author—reading from her recent book on the creative process. (The Potter and the Muse, 2006, Kalliope Press, available at The Museum of Contemporary Craft in Portland.) I wonder if Frazzle and I can get along a little better now that we officially recognize one another? In Print
My Mother has been slipping further into the fog of dementia for a long time now. This is a Mother’s Day greeting. You can read the whole post here.
