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June 26, 2021


All these are exquisite work, I think. They give me so much pleasure. I hope they won't be diminished for you by their unhappy associations - in time not, anyway.

Dear Jean, thanks for all these kind words. I'm glad you've enjoyed the paintings! I have too and don't worry, the artwork I've done during this time has been a sustaining pleasure, and I'm sure the watercolors will remain a big part of what I do. In a few days there will be a new book out at Phoenicia with Magda Kapa's poems written from March 2020 - March 2021, and twelve of my drawings mostly done during the same time. Neither the poems nor the drawings are specifically about the pandemic but rather about daily life and the smaller things. For me, it's about how art keeps us going through thick and thin -- as your posts have shown all along too.

These are beautiful! I suspect your lack of enthusiasm is noticeable to you alone. Looking forward to your next post. It's good to shake things up.

Oh, these are charming watercolor pieces, Beth. And I look forward with curiosity to a different scale, different media--whatever comes of your itch to do something new!

Someone left a comment on my blog post today, with a link to this post on Substack from An Irritable Metis. It includes a poem by David Budbill, a Vermont Buddhist poet who I always admired. The post is excellent, if hard to read, but what really got to me were the comments, which are from both Canadians and Americans talking about the authors question, What can we do?

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Who was Cassandra?

  • In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.