One day in savannah ga

Things are falling into place. I wrote an outline, Cayewah wrote a really good letter applying for some funding from the Hodge Foundation of Savannah GA for LOOP IT UP. Peter and Howard have been helping to edit it. All that is left to do now is SOMEHOW get all the essential signatures on it and then send it on in. done done done. This however, is a little trickier than you might think. I am here in Florence Massachusetts. Cayewah is in California. Howard in in Savannah. somehow, between scanners, fax machines and good will, it should all be together in the next few days.

I've been saying for some time now that I will begin the process of writing a philosophy and curriculum for loop it up. lastnight I finally got the idea to do it like an artist book. and then, began writing today:

Loop It Up Savannah. One Day In Savannah GA.
The Savannah Community Materials Collection.
This is my true life’s work.
Molly Green Lieberman, written as tina said, with every fiber of my being

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My good friend Kait, an artist, a preschool art teacher, said to me earlier tonight, “I believe that anyone who sees hears feels or knows something and then makes in response to it and then they feel fulfilled and happy, even if it is just for a second, is an artist.”
I have long puzzled over what makes an artist. Or perhaps, more relevantly, what causes someone to believe that they are not an artist?
Most likely, there are many explanations about this, and my purpose is not to analyze or even to discover and address them. However, I can tell you what I have learned from working with the children of Savannah GA. When given the opportunity to become fluent with materials-- to explore, play, look and really see, wonder and eventually make, even the most down- trodden and exhausted child begins to see themselves as an artist.


so thats a start. jenny lewis says: as for those days that act as markers in your life, but inbetween, you can't remember....

and so, pressing on. pressing right on.

ordinary town

dave carter + tracy grammer said, " raised on punches and junk food lunches and punch-drunk ballroom steps. you get to believin you're even- steven with the kids at fast track prep. so you dump your bucks on a velvet tux and run and join the dance. but your holy shows and the romans know you're just a child of circumstance..."

jenny lewis says, "it's fifteen miles to the promised land and i promise you i'm doing the best i can."

natalie maines, martie mcguire and emily robinson say, "i'm taking the long way. taking the long way round."

bean + i just went and lay out in the rain. it is in these fleeting moments that i know that where ever you go, there you are. you are. you are. you are.

some people let their hair grow into dreadlocks because they don't want to interupt the natural systems, rhythms and patterns of their own being.

RIVA!!

well, here she is!!!!! My friends Amy, Jill+ Lindsey found her in their parking lot and came to us looking for a home................... I of course fell in love and now she's ours + so incredibly sweet. Oliver adores her and will hopefully inherit some of her slightly more grown up doggie twendencies!

School is now in full swing, and I'm having a pretty good time creating a routine with enough space to breathe in it. I think that one really grand thing about art school is that as you progress and do more and more focused work, that work becomes your own and not just an isolated assignment. I'm really enjoying the taking posession part, of everything that I make now. Yesterday, I cast the first of the beat and rutabegga bowls and they came out really neat, bumpy and looking a lot like beats and rutabegga! I'm starting to think about glaze colors and any patterns/surface design that I might add. to make it less scarry and new; trying to figure out what I want to draw in the clay, because that's really all it is. I think that in every new and potentionally intimidating situation there is a point in which you can make it your own and do, from that place on, in your own terms. Simmilarly, I have suspended the need for straight lines. I always feel all this pressure to draw clean grids and create immaculate sketchbooks and finally, I just realized that there is no reason to create and be something that I am not. This is a good sentiment, one that applies to all aspects of everything that we do. I got a postcard from Elena with a beautiful Inuit painting of an owl and a seal in a boat on it. The name of the painting is Following the Route. Elena wrote this on the back : the name seems to suggest so many things, like birds migrating the same route every year and just knowing the way intuitively. Also, maybe that we all have an intuitive route-- some direction that we naturally head.....

I guess that if at the end of the day we can think back on it all and know that we're somehow on that right road, then there is nothing more we could really want.