Art is about being curious. About knowing how things hold meaning — trying to make sense of oneself, one’s environment.
|Prudence and the Pileated Woodpecker|
Deep fall has come. It is very hard to spend any time indoors wedging clay. Or glazing for that matter. The morning fog has returned---muffling the sounds of nearby commerce. On other hand, it ampliflies the hammering noise of a Pileated Woodpecker. Its red crown bobbing to the sounds of different drummer...tilting its head to eye its work. Making adjustments. It must love the soft wood of the Bishop pine---now studded with holes and stuffed with autumn acorns. Industrous nature art at its most expressive..