Photography – Muttering Retreats

Post-Op

I’ve been a little out for the count due to some minor health “stuff” that led to some minor surgery “thingamajiggies”, but I hope to get back into my writing groove soon enough. Meanwhile, I leave you with my cat’s opinion on the whole affair, because that just about sums it up. Shot on PixelContinue reading “Post-Op”

Trigger Warning: Incest (Because God)

Bible stories here, Bible stories there, Bible stories everyw- Wait, what? Smack in the middle of one of the farther-in galleries at the DIA exhibit on women artists from the early Renaissance thorugh the Enlightenment, in gigantic proportions with about a dozen different lights illuminating the work, is that disturbing, triggering, ugly scene of LotContinue reading “Trigger Warning: Incest (Because God)”

Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me

It’s true — I can’t see a portrait with this kind of raw strength and sass without recalling Maya Angelou’s soul-inspiring poetry. I think Anguissola would approve — she made a bit of a career (in all senses of the words) out of understanding, depicting, and promoting herself. Is it any wonder that she madeContinue reading “Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me”

Uxor Brute

Though the natural weakness of her body hinders her from doing what only the strength of men can perform, she has a mind as valiant and as active for the good of her country as the best of us. Brutus, speaking of Portia I personally struggle to get super-geeked about the plotting and effecting ofContinue reading “Uxor Brute”

It’s Five o’clock Somewhere

Not Van Gogh’s version (although he legit painted a version, called “Terrace of a Cafe at Night” with more light and more stars — because of course he did) but its source: the work of Louis Anquetin, who was part of the Post-Impressionist group. Vincent called them artists of the “petit boulevard”, whereas the mainContinue reading “It’s Five o’clock Somewhere”

The Risk It Takes to Blossom

Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward. Kurt Vonnegut I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the art of stepping outside of one’s usual. Taking risks, trying new things. You know — innovating. In that light, it seemedContinue reading “The Risk It Takes to Blossom”

The Heather

What better way to segue from my trip to see my father in Arizona, back to the vast world of famous and should-be-famous painters, than this one, found hanging on his living room wall — painted by my grandmother and given my name. My heart still skips a beat, to look at it. Miss you,Continue reading “The Heather”

Bye-Bye Cacti

Last desert pic for awhile. I promise to return to your regularly scheduled art programming after this. Although, I would argue that this, too, is art, if it speaks to you. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.

Scaping the Dry Land

This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough. Mary Hunter Austin Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.

What I Did For Love

I usually don’t cross-post from my social media account, but this memory is tickling me something hard today. March 8, 2020 Child #3 calls from a bike ride with her friends, out of breath and sounding on the verge of tears. “Mom? Mom?!”“Yes, are you okay? What happened?”“Oh, yes, I’m great. Can I buy aContinue reading “What I Did For Love”