beautiful work, damon. finding meaning where we can. its the little things. the quiet times. the unexpected connections. you weave all of this brilliantly, as always. thank you.
Thank you, Tabby. Part of what you express here is where I discover joy in your paintings--little things, quiet times. and where connections are unexpected. Our collaboration remains a gift to me.
One of your best Damon. I don't know of anyone better than you are at writing of memory, time past, and lost, yet bringing it back into the present moment. And that ending with the fish. Brilliant. Thanks, as always, for the gifts you bring my friend. It always feels like I'm right there with you. You know, our souls like to wander, and sometimes they need to be lost, in order to be found again.
Thank you, Oscar. I appreciate you giving attention to my work. I like being where the salmon move. They'll go upstream when they can or if they can. Odds are I will not see them go, but it's good enough to know they are there. Sometimes that has to be enough--fragile as all of it is.
The first time I read it, I was sleepy and kept moving into dream time. May-Hege was a dream name. Then I came back wide awake to it at 5 in the morning and it was a different work, luminous, agile, muscular, surprising. I admire your breadth, your control, metaphor but not too much. This time the dream was yours. Thank you.
Thank you for the attention you gave the essay, Fran. Charity, in the classical sense of the word, granted by another good reader or writer is humbling. Then we can go on dreaming--
beautiful work, damon. finding meaning where we can. its the little things. the quiet times. the unexpected connections. you weave all of this brilliantly, as always. thank you.
Thank you, Tabby. Part of what you express here is where I discover joy in your paintings--little things, quiet times. and where connections are unexpected. Our collaboration remains a gift to me.
One of your best Damon. I don't know of anyone better than you are at writing of memory, time past, and lost, yet bringing it back into the present moment. And that ending with the fish. Brilliant. Thanks, as always, for the gifts you bring my friend. It always feels like I'm right there with you. You know, our souls like to wander, and sometimes they need to be lost, in order to be found again.
Thank you, Oscar. I appreciate you giving attention to my work. I like being where the salmon move. They'll go upstream when they can or if they can. Odds are I will not see them go, but it's good enough to know they are there. Sometimes that has to be enough--fragile as all of it is.
Damon's work is always special. Loved this.
Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your nod, and I hope folks will find YOUR work now.
The first time I read it, I was sleepy and kept moving into dream time. May-Hege was a dream name. Then I came back wide awake to it at 5 in the morning and it was a different work, luminous, agile, muscular, surprising. I admire your breadth, your control, metaphor but not too much. This time the dream was yours. Thank you.
Thank you for the attention you gave the essay, Fran. Charity, in the classical sense of the word, granted by another good reader or writer is humbling. Then we can go on dreaming--
Wow, I read “charity” as “clarity.” I don’t think I was being charitable. I was worshiping.