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Sending out a ginormous shout out to Kent Chamness and his new baby, NSEW magazine which made its inaugural debut this past month. I am super thrilled to be a part of this beautiful magazine. Kent is featuring artists from all regions of the U.S. and then donating his proceeds to local Tucson charities. What a guy. I wish him nothing but success with this publication. You can order yours at: www.nsewmag.com Hurry!

Sending out a ginormous shout out to Kent Chamness and his new baby, NSEW magazine which made its inaugural debut this past month. I am super thrilled to be a part of this beautiful magazine. Kent is featuring artists from all regions of the U.S. and then donating his proceeds to local Tucson charities. What a guy. I wish him nothing but success with this publication. You can order yours at: www.nsewmag.com Hurry!

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There’s a word jumble meme floating around with the directions that you’re supposed to stare at it until your eye focuses on three words and those are the words that you’ll live by in 2019. Mine were warfare, compass and I couldn’t find a third. What the fuck.  I always miss the year we say goodbye to. I miss its familiarity and its rhythm. It’s a known entity…a neatly wrapped package all tied up in a bow that consists of things like my husband’s smiling blue eyes when he looks at me and my grandson reaching for my hand and my tears falling on my beloved Molly Dodd as she died in my arms. All those moments that are big and little and make up the whole. My primer, my archeology.  2019 will take proper time to grow on me yet. I’m slow to warm. But I’m ever grateful to be able to give it a go. Time to leap over that moon.

There’s a word jumble meme floating around with the directions that you’re supposed to stare at it until your eye focuses on three words and those are the words that you’ll live by in 2019. Mine were warfare, compass and I couldn’t find a third. What the fuck.

I always miss the year we say goodbye to. I miss its familiarity and its rhythm. It’s a known entity…a neatly wrapped package all tied up in a bow that consists of things like my husband’s smiling blue eyes when he looks at me and my grandson reaching for my hand and my tears falling on my beloved Molly Dodd as she died in my arms. All those moments that are big and little and make up the whole. My primer, my archeology.

2019 will take proper time to grow on me yet. I’m slow to warm. But I’m ever grateful to be able to give it a go. Time to leap over that moon.

Sweeping the Graves Oct 19 - Dec 8th, 2018 Sun Trust Gallery, Durham, NC

The first showing of Sweeping the Graves opened in October and I had the chance to speak about the work at the second reception in November. The life altering, sacred experience of working for more than 20 years as a hospice social worker will forever be ingrained into my soul and this work is an attempt to honor those many people who allowed me through their grace, to walk alongside them as they left this earth. There is a book with direct quotes from patients and families and a few of my personal impressions that accompany this show as well as an interactive memorial piece that invites viewers to tie a white ribbon onto framed tree branches in honor of their loved ones. There will be a second showing of this work in Fairhope, Alabama in April of 2019.

Collective Consciousness

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Details from my large installation, Collective Consciousness at the Murmurations exhibition October 6 - 26th in Raleigh, NC. After learning of the title of the show and thinking about what a murmuration in nature is about, I felt compelled to create an installation that brought together the artistic energies of the 10 artists into one piece. Just as murmurations take their cue from only seven other birds around them to move collectively as a whole, I felt it would be fascinating to extemporaneously create a site specific piece that encompassed our artistic, collective whole. I asked each artist for an image or object that they would like to share as part of this piece and incorporated it into the install. The entire piece comprised close to 300 individual prints and one of a kind objects.

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The month of October came and went. As is the case when I am in experiences that consume me, I can only be present with them. The idea that I could capture those moments in real time and document them are not something that I’ve ever been able to do. Like any good introvert, I get easily overwhelmed. So if it comes down to making the choice between experiencing or recording time, hell I’ll choose experience any day, hands down.  There were so many things about October that held great importance to me and the only thing that I can do now is go back and reflect upon it.  The show that was Murmurations opened in Raleigh at the Visual Arts Exchange on October 6th and closed on the 26th. Poof it was gone. But it was a tremendous experience to be in the company of such extraordinary talent: Heather Evans Smith, Lori Vrba, Melanie Walker, Greg Banks, Anne Berry, Addison Brown, Brooke Caudle, Heidi Kirkpatrick and curated by Tobia Makover. This show was pure energy…a melding and dance of moving parts that magically came together to weave a comprehensive narrative of memory, legacy and family. An honor to be a part of it.  And that same week was the click photofestival which was a total joy and a lot of hard work. I met insanely talented and lovely new friends as well as Keith Carter who graced my cheek with a big ole kiss. When Keith Carter tells you he loves your work and asks if he can take pictures of it for teaching purposes, you casually nod your head yes while your insides burst into flames. A honor of the highest sort.  I was juried into the first annual click photobook exhibition that opened at Horse and Buggy Press in Durham with my accordion foldout book, Names. That was a very welcome surprise since book making is a direction that I want to continue to take, learning as much as I possibly can.  On October 19th, my solo exhibit Sweeping the Graves opened in Durham at the Suntrust Gallery and will be there through December 8th. There were openly moved people viewing my work through tears and smiles…it was all any artist could ever hope for.  And my series Prancing Snowflake still on The Fence exhibit in downtown Durham through the end of November….an embarrassment of riches.  So there you have it. October. I turned 58 years old in October, six days later my grandson turned 2. This is what puts life in perspective.  Thanks for reading.  Peace and grace.

The month of October came and went. As is the case when I am in experiences that consume me, I can only be present with them. The idea that I could capture those moments in real time and document them are not something that I’ve ever been able to do. Like any good introvert, I get easily overwhelmed. So if it comes down to making the choice between experiencing or recording time, hell I’ll choose experience any day, hands down.

There were so many things about October that held great importance to me and the only thing that I can do now is go back and reflect upon it.

The show that was Murmurations opened in Raleigh at the Visual Arts Exchange on October 6th and closed on the 26th. Poof it was gone. But it was a tremendous experience to be in the company of such extraordinary talent: Heather Evans Smith, Lori Vrba, Melanie Walker, Greg Banks, Anne Berry, Addison Brown, Brooke Caudle, Heidi Kirkpatrick and curated by Tobia Makover. This show was pure energy…a melding and dance of moving parts that magically came together to weave a comprehensive narrative of memory, legacy and family. An honor to be a part of it.

And that same week was the click photofestival which was a total joy and a lot of hard work. I met insanely talented and lovely new friends as well as Keith Carter who graced my cheek with a big ole kiss. When Keith Carter tells you he loves your work and asks if he can take pictures of it for teaching purposes, you casually nod your head yes while your insides burst into flames. A honor of the highest sort.

I was juried into the first annual click photobook exhibition that opened at Horse and Buggy Press in Durham with my accordion foldout book, Names. That was a very welcome surprise since book making is a direction that I want to continue to take, learning as much as I possibly can.

On October 19th, my solo exhibit Sweeping the Graves opened in Durham at the Suntrust Gallery and will be there through December 8th. There were openly moved people viewing my work through tears and smiles…it was all any artist could ever hope for.

And my series Prancing Snowflake still on The Fence exhibit in downtown Durham through the end of November….an embarrassment of riches.

So there you have it. October. I turned 58 years old in October, six days later my grandson turned 2. This is what puts life in perspective.

Thanks for reading.

Peace and grace.

 

a dear friend wrote to me yesterday to express her condolences over the loss of my corgi girl, Molly Dodd. her words were her truth and they were heartfelt...she knew my heart was hurting, she wished she could make it better, and she loved me. her letter was a soothing balm. in her simple and loving words, she expressed the three universal truths that we all long for in this world:

to know we matter.

to know we aren't alone.

to know we're loved.

grief is only ever about love. without it, grief would never exist. i just wish love didn't have to bring grief along... grief is such an inconsiderate asshole. 

after we said goodbye to Molly, we turned down the road and a giant murmuration of birds was in front of us. tim stopped the car and we watched them ascend.

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   summer,  i'm always happy to see you and i'm always happy to see you go. you have your charm, don't get me wrong...but i don't mourn for you when you leave like i do when the fall and spring leave. i've had to learn how to love you. you're a prickly season, full of heavy memory and complicated history.

 

summer,

i'm always happy to see you and i'm always happy to see you go. you have your charm, don't get me wrong...but i don't mourn for you when you leave like i do when the fall and spring leave. i've had to learn how to love you. you're a prickly season, full of heavy memory and complicated history.

Thrilled to be a regional winner of the fence which opens in New York City on July 19th. This is the largest outdoor photography exhibit in the United States and will travel across the U.S. and into Canada. 

Thrilled to be a regional winner of the fence which opens in New York City on July 19th. This is the largest outdoor photography exhibit in the United States and will travel across the U.S. and into Canada. 

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Truly honored to be published in this brand new publication, The Hand owned by Adam Finkelstein. This magazine is new to the art world and is full of innovative works by cutting edge artists pushing out the boundaries of photography based two and three dimensional work. You can check out the website here: www.thehandmagazine.space 

Truly honored to be published in this brand new publication, The Hand owned by Adam Finkelstein. This magazine is new to the art world and is full of innovative works by cutting edge artists pushing out the boundaries of photography based two and three dimensional work. You can check out the website here: www.thehandmagazine.space 

Congratulations to Craig, Michael and Holly for your newly published books of poetry and prose. It's been a real pleasure to work with you and many thanks for allowing my art to grace the covers of your wonderful work.

Congratulations to Craig, Michael and Holly for your newly published books of poetry and prose. It's been a real pleasure to work with you and many thanks for allowing my art to grace the covers of your wonderful work.

I'm not only completely honored to be published in the new Diffusion 9, but to share pages with my inspiring and kind hearted friend, Heidi Kirkpatrick. You can purchase this edition of Diffusion here:   http://diffusion.bigcartel.com/product/diffusion-ix

I'm not only completely honored to be published in the new Diffusion 9, but to share pages with my inspiring and kind hearted friend, Heidi Kirkpatrick. You can purchase this edition of Diffusion here: 

http://diffusion.bigcartel.com/product/diffusion-ix

Well.....it's up! The opening is tomorrow night and I hope that if you're reading this and you're local to the Raleigh/Durham area, you'll come by and say hi! Feeling very blessed to work with the lovely Megan Bostic and Heather Lewis and much appreciation to the town of Cary for giving us this wonderful opportunity to bring a difficult topic to the public minds and hearts. It's a beautiful venue and they have been a class act all the way.

Well.....it's up! The opening is tomorrow night and I hope that if you're reading this and you're local to the Raleigh/Durham area, you'll come by and say hi! Feeling very blessed to work with the lovely Megan Bostic and Heather Lewis and much appreciation to the town of Cary for giving us this wonderful opportunity to bring a difficult topic to the public minds and hearts. It's a beautiful venue and they have been a class act all the way.

"The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air.  It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.  Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night.  The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again.  When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart.  It is your immortal inspiration." ... Vera Nazarian     Here's to a new year of beginnings, endings and everything in between. Peace and grace to you.  Dawn

"The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air.

It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies.

Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, and echo long into the silver-blue serenity of night.

The bell can only be seen at the turning of the year, when the days wind down into nothing, and get ready to march out again.

When you hear the bell, you feel a tug at your heart.

It is your immortal inspiration." ... Vera Nazarian

 

Here's to a new year of beginnings, endings and everything in between. Peace and grace to you.

Dawn

just before he stepped out of the taxi and the wind gusted and his briefcase opened up on the street... like a choreographed dance, he tried to catch all his papers and stuff them under his arm but then his hat blew off and the bus rolled away and i never got to see how it finished. it was a year ago that i saw that in Chicago and i’m sure that man would never remember that this even happened on that particular day but i still think about that very alive moment in time when i was warm and dry and watching out the window taking a picture as he struggled.

just before he stepped out of the taxi and the wind gusted and his briefcase opened up on the street... like a choreographed dance, he tried to catch all his papers and stuff them under his arm but then his hat blew off and the bus rolled away and i never got to see how it finished. it was a year ago that i saw that in Chicago and i’m sure that man would never remember that this even happened on that particular day but i still think about that very alive moment in time when i was warm and dry and watching out the window taking a picture as he struggled.

Happy to see my cover art on this beautifully written poetry book by Ann Herlong-Bodman. My ninth cover with Press53 in Winston-Salem and so proud to be a part of this publishing family.

Happy to see my cover art on this beautifully written poetry book by Ann Herlong-Bodman. My ninth cover with Press53 in Winston-Salem and so proud to be a part of this publishing family.

Douglas Beasley's work has inspired me for many years, so I was excited to hear that he took over the helm at Shots magazine. The first issue with Douglas and his new team's efforts arrived in the mail yesterday and I am beyond thrilled to be a part of it. 

Douglas Beasley's work has inspired me for many years, so I was excited to hear that he took over the helm at Shots magazine. The first issue with Douglas and his new team's efforts arrived in the mail yesterday and I am beyond thrilled to be a part of it.