Searching out meaning; significance, value, purpose. Sailing the Shallop on Plymouth Bay. WoodenBoat Show, Mystic Seaport, June 2013. Background image, a detail of a view of Provincetown Harbor from Macmillan Wharf.

The Island, a Short Story. Introducing November, a mystery. Writing Embodiment, When the point is not escape. A conversation on Fiction, or a fictional conversation. Writing, a journey into sound. A few thoughts on plot. A New Hub for My Fiction. The Island, a Short Story.

The Shape of Four Pockets. 8220;Where are those stones? Stone Soup, Countering the Spectacle. An exploration of the role of the artist.

The Island, a short story. Consolidating my short stories onto one site. Includes a chapter from my novel, Something for Nothing. A collection of essays I was fortunate to be a part of. So fluid! Recent Portraits, 2018. A Painting done at Bates, still at Bates. A Painting is not an Image.

There have been times when it has seemed appropriate to appeal to the metaphor of a snake shedding its skin. This last year brings to mind a different serpentine behavior, stupor induced by the effort to digest an enormous meal. An Anaconda at these times can be mistaken for a fallen tree trunk.

Consolidating my fiction onto one site. S-4, Premonition, He never dreamt of drowning. Painting is not an additive process. Confusion is part of the message. So much that is irrelevant. Further notes on Craft, a Point of Departure. Notes on the Relationship of Technology to Craft. Is where my documents live! Includes a chapter from my novel, Something for Nothing.

Consolidating Fiction onto One Site. Confusion is part of the message. Confusion is part of the message. So much that is irrelevant. S-4, Premonition, He never dreamt of drowning. A Man in a Boat.

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Establishing flow, maintaining it, those are the jobs of the thinker, writer, artist. Here is where our daily concerns should lie, this is where our care should be spent. Artifacts have value, just as, those drops of precious water, carelessly spilled, will go on to help re-new our font, or feed another spring.