Thursday, February 28, 2013


 Stephen Croeser

From the poem WHAT TO REMEMBER WHEN WAKING by David Whyte

Now, looking through
the slanting light
of the morning
the mountain
of everything
that can be,
what urgency
calls you to your
one love? What shape
waits in the seed
of you to grow
and spread
its branches
against a future sky?

Read the whole poem here.

Stephen Croeser. See Stephen's Face Book albums here.

When describing his work, South African artist, Stephen Croeser said "Architecture as metaphor might be a good starting place .... the threshold or portal .... here and there .... doorways, dimensions etc ..... yet also mark, music, time death, loss, longing, the spritual, memory, energy, and attempts to keep art and life integrated ..... "

Stephen Croeser. Ink, acrylic and pencil on paper. See more here and here

"When space and time are in short supply I tend to work on paper with ink and other water based mediums. It is a way of staying connected and also serves as a means to explore ideas, compositions or territories rapidly. One could say there exists some form of symbiosis between the drawings and the paintings, the mediums being very different with regards to viscosity and the speed at which one can work. However, these distinctions often blur or break down completely.  
The creative process remains a mysterious one, one that, I admit, I do not fully understand. it is experiment, discovery and exploration that are the compelling agents at work here. Thankfully there is much that remains mysterious and hidden to us all." - Stephen Croeser

Stephen Croeser. See Stephens Face Book albums here

Photo by Elena Burj. Found here.

Photo by Avril on Flickr. See more here

Photo by racons on Flickr. See photo stream here.

Window Lighting by Beverly Slone. See Flickr photo stream here

Daniella Witte. See more here.

Passage Way 1 by Eric on Flickr. Click here.

View by Anne Valeur Erichsen. See Anne's Flickr photo stream here

Sunday, February 17, 2013


Jennifer Smith. Click here to see Jennifer's Flickr photo stream

Joy Harjo's poem, 
Perhaps the World Ends Here,
brings home the sense of family we feel
 when sitting around the kitchen table 
 .....or any table for that matter.
A Table where family and good friends
gather to eat and catch up 
with whatever is happening
in their day to day lives ....

Kenne Gregoire. See website here


The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what,
we must eat to live.

The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table.
So it has been since creation, and it will go on.

We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe
at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.

It is here that children are given instructions on what
it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.

At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts
of lovers.

Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms 
around our children. They laugh with us at our poor
falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back
together once again at the table.

The table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella
in the sun.

Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place
to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate
the terrible victory.

We have given birth on this table, and have prepared
our parents for burial here.

At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow.
We pray of suffering and remorse.
We give thanks.

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table,
while we are laughing and crying,
eating of the last bite.

Kenne Gregoire. See Kenne's website here.

Anna Williams. See website here  and interview here

Katie Quinn Davies. See website here

Hannah Queen. See more at Hannah's Flickr photo stream, here

Anna Gawlak. See more here.

Philippa Stanton. Click here to see more of this Table series

Philippa Stanton. See more here

Philippa Stanton (This one's for Leslie and Donna :-)

I've written about the kitchen table of my childhood here and posted On The Table here . Perhaps there's a message for me in these posts.

Friday, February 8, 2013


Charlotte Park. Biography here

"I asked the Zebra,
are you black with white stripes?
Or white with black stripes?
And the zebra asked me,
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times?
Or are you quiet with noisy times?
Are you happy with some sad days?
Or are you sad with some happy days?
Are you neat with some sloppy ways?
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways?
And on and on and on and on and on and on he went.
I'll never ask a zebra about stripes .... again."

- Shel Silverstein

I love this piece by Bringfried-John Poesger. It has a wonderful tribal feel to it. See more here

Bringfried-John Poesger. 

Variation Stripes by Terri Brooks. See more  here.

Eric Adama. See Eric's blog here.

Brenda Holzke. See Brenda's website here

Banded ceramics by Brenda Holzke. See more here

Poppy Benton. Click to see Youtube video showing Poppy's work here

Zebra Sand Stripes. Photograph by John Carpenter. See more of John's work at Red Bubble, here

Photograph by Elise Valdorcia. See Elise's Tumblr blog here