Friday, September 20, 2024

THE INDETERMINANT GARDEN & ME...



 
To suggest explanation for such along lapse posting here would begin just after we returned from Indonesia... to a garden devastated by the intervening weather. That was but a harbinger of what was to come: wet, wet, wet... wet dragging into the muck of more wet. To walk, much less work, on the garden soil. would predictably begin a mud wallow!

 
It was too easy to dance with depression. I'd been spoiled by the several recent winters when, upon coming home from tropical holidays, I could play in the garden early on. Such a head start was not to be this year... the weather only began to turn springlike a few days before the Art Studio Tour in early [first two weekends] May.

We did present ourselves well, both studio & garden, yet in that scramble to become "presentable" there were many weeds ignored...

Since getting to my studio involves walking down into & through the garden from either gate, we consider those weekends to be our own version of the garden tour, which is often suggested to us. No, we are too fragile for so many tromping feet... much as we enjoy being those in the gardens which do opt for such exposure. 
 
We did visit all of the five of the gardens on the VCA Garden Tour this year...





















Wednesday, September 18, 2024

VISITING FRIENDS & FAMILY IN COLORADO...

My Momma's 92nd birthday coincided this year with Mother's day... as it has done a number of times over the years, but for most recent years our Vashon Island Art Studio Tour schedule has prevented my being with her. This year that program has been shifted to dates in June, so we grabbed the opportunity to fly to visit her for such an auspicious occasion. 


She lives contentedly with our youngest brother Terry & his fine family in Fort Morgan, Colorado... a little more than an hour's drive northeast of Denver's airport, so we rent a car to visit her & several other old friends in the area.

My brother David lives within similar driving distance, so he & Michelle joined us. Brother Jon flew from Kansas City to more complete a rare family gathering... still quite incomplete because our sister Merrillee & her partner, Diana, own a nursery called Perennial Favorites in southern Colorado, quite a long drive away... not to mention this is the opening weekend for their spring sales. While we appreciate & understand the situation, we certainly missed them!

Jon was recording by video some of our conversations so she will be able to share vicariously when she has clearer time. We are discussing a project to make her bathroom more easily accessible. We are so appreciative of Terry & Kathy for their generosity & capability to allow her to live in her own apartment in their home. It means so much that she can enjoy a generous amount of independence & privacy inside the security of their family! What a gift! 

We had a fine day of celebration with brunch by Kathy; her favorite ice-cream cake from David; & dinner by Terry of fabulous smoked brisket. We added a vegetable & green salad. Momma was a trooper through far more commotion than is her usual. 

After we picked-up the rental vehicle on our arrival last week the first destination was Black Swan Cottage, our friends Patti & Rob's home in Four Mile Canyon above Boulder... always such a fine & funny treat. We have many memories of Patti & my history beginning three-plus decades ago when we both lived in Sedona [Arizona]. Stephen & I have visited them in France when they sojourned there one winter. Several years ago I posted about visiting when their creek flooded & we had to evacuate to safety, making a sadly memorable visit. Their home had survived a severe forest fire the year before [thus helping to create the situation which encouraged that flood, thus making the house is a survivor... it has such a strong history. They make an equally strong couple. Patti is a fantastic chef, Rob is a retired lawyer who is a pillar in the volunteer fire department & has a wonderful collection of gins, so Martinis are a first order of business upon our arrival! Much humor is a constant...











Boulder Film Film Festival with Flood...



Stephen is now in Wroclaw, Poland for the European Premiere of BIG JOY. I am settling into Soundcliff for this period until Thanksgiving while he will continue his rather constant traveling this year… attending some 15 film festivals around the globe since March's world premiere in Austin. 



We return from a week visiting his family in Edina, MN… after attending together the Port Townsend Film Festival the next weekend… both after the week in we'd planned for mid-September around the DocuWest film festival in Boulder & Golden, Colorado… thus as well the opportunity for a long awaited visit with my mother, who lives in Fort Morgan.



So… I've been traveling too!



We flew on September 10th to Colorado... not knowing this would become the "week of Noah".



We began with a great evening at my friend Cigale's... driving our rental in heavy rain from the airport into Denver to be hosted our first night by my deep friend Dwight. As always he is doing fascinating creative work, even in his new smaller studio. 



The next day's drive was wetter yet, arriving Patti & Rob's home on the creek in Four Mile Canyon above Boulder for snacks & cocktails before driving back down to Golden for the opening event of the film fest... seeing Good Ol' Freda, a documentary about the Beatles' rather quietly retiring fan club secretary... Quite fun!



Another drive back up to Black Swan Cottage in a deluge... fairly skiing over water beginning to collect in low spots. After a bowl of fab-cook Patti's home-made wild-mushroom soup, but our evening was interrupted within the hour by an order to evacuate! 



We packed-up & went across the road to their long time friend's house, higher & safe enough, but rented for the winter to folk we did not know… we expected them back at any time, not knowing that conditions prevented any after us to drive up the canyon... We did not use their beds, but instead fitfully slept on couch cushions with small throws. Next day we again settled in for some duration, but when we were out on the road surveying damage, the sherif drove by & suggested we leave ASAP since the road was compromised & expected to fail...




Our friends Patti & Rob had invited us to stay with them at their sweet home on the creek in Four Mile Canyon… Black Swan Cottage, named well before the forest burned around the house several years ago… fire-glazing the soil so as to make the area now prone to flooding.



After that evening's opening festival event in Golden [some 30 miles south of Boulder] we drove back on roads flooded in low areas… fairly skiing in some places! We arrived to be welcomed home with a fine late supper of wild, farmer's market, mushroom soup, only to be warned within the hour by the phone call to evacuate that earthy mood… the creek in their back yard was rising toward flood stage, with prediction of a much larger surge coming down from the higher drainages! 



They have, of course, made contingency plans for such event, having long ago prepared by moving all their important items of furniture, collections of memorabilia & art, plus essential paper files, into storage. They continued inside such straights to create a rich life… what with Patti's amazing kitchen, paired with Rob's wine cellar & his collection of fine gins… however… living for so long in "camping-out" mode is certainly not the preferred style for this lively couple! 



Patti had polished her collection of my bells, displaying them on the mantle so we could finally accomplish our plan to photograph & catalogue them. Rob has been gifting them to her since the beginning. He & I regularly struggle to remember which ones she already has when he wants to add a new one. In the hurried process of vacating the house she tossed their bag to me. I got only a cursory count of 41 as I gathered them up without accomplishing any proper documentary inventory.



Patti packed food from the kitchen so we would be well fed for the duration, including a pork roast she'd planned for the next dinner. 

The new renters of the house belonging to their old friends, who had given such permission to take refuge, were not home & we did not yet realize they were stuck down in Boulder by the storm for the night. We made paletts of questionable comfort out of bulbous sofa cushions & small thin throws, not wishing to disturb their beds.



Next morning we woke to the aroma of coffee… plus roasting pork. We were happily resigned to spending the day of exile in creative ways. After mugs of java we prepped ourselves for a foray out to survey the terrain. I'd already made photos of a new active creek running through a second driveway to this house built next to what was usually a dry wash… fortunately there was another, on which our cars were parked.

While we were marveling at the result of water running off barren slopes, moving rock walls built to restrain such force, a sheriff's car came driving cautiously over the rubble washed onto the road. He strongly advised we get out of the canyon because the road would probably be washed-out in the surge expected later that day. We were encouraged to pack-up & get out…



The road was indeed soon narrowed to one lane in a spot where we could only drive in the left lane… giving me views, out my rider's side window, of the creek roiling where the right lane previously had been…



We refugees were welcomed at the home of a friend of theirs, where we made a rather fine party inside adversity… our dinner: a well weathered pork roast!



At the time we'd scheduled driving to visit Momma was when the flooding made any travel ill-advised. We four had gratefully accepted hospitality at another couple's home for the next two nights, happily allowing us to be easily present for BIG JOY's screening at a venue which had been closed for two days due to high water, canceling a slice of the festivals schedule. 



However, there was an unexpected showing of Big Joy on Friday evening at the venue in Golden to fill a cancellation... back we went, fortunately on a more benign evening... so Stephen could be present. We had a rather fine dinner at a place called Sherpa... where I enjoyed eating my first yak meat! It was one of several "dates" for us, which have been quite rare this year! 



We brought along the couple with whom we'd chatted at a nearby table... adding to the sparse audience. The entire area was in a bit of shock & confusion due to the flooding… creating understandable lack of impetus for getting out to see a film!



Saturday evening was the scheduled Colorado premiere at the Dairy Center for the Arts in Boulder... a good crowd.... many friends of our hosts! I got to meet people I'd long heard about, or had correspondence with over the years as they became bell clients… Something like a Boulder "bell diaspora". 



A comfortable theater with a good system made for a technically fine screening. There was a lively Q&A, with much general appreciation. This was the evening we'd traveled for... all finally seemed good! 

Everyone had been affected somehow by the floods… I found it curiously comfortable to be a tourist inside so many tales of diversity. This was indeed an epic storm… we often found ourselves quoting James BIG JOY Broughton:

                

Adventure!  … not predicament.




Not quite knowing… from the various sources we'd been monitoring, we began driving toward Fort Morgan several days later than we'd planned. Out onto the plains, where all that water we'd witnessed was moving down, flooding into the Platte River, closing only the last of several exits to our designation… all while Momma was unaware of such events. 



We immersed & subsumed ourselves into her world's bubble. Stephen expanded that by showing her his film… which she seemed to like & to appreciate, marveling, as she often does, at the media of this age… obviously mostly incomprehensible to her. She is so sweetly here & now… seeming to me like some sort of Biblical Zen.



Stephen made this insightful duo-portrait of Momma with my youngest brother Terry.



We left from her to make a rather sunny drive to the airport. We flew home into NW wet, which accompanied us next weekend to the Port Townsend Film Festival, the opening event of which we led the parade riding in the back of a vintage pick-up. Being part of a staged event for a disparate crowd postures the various realities of romantic notions about such events. 



 
Such moments of connection inside all the current flurry of our life hold our center...

Taking that energetic to Minnesota, we flew together again to spend a week with his family.  
           
Staying in Helen's guest room displaces brother Mark, who cheerfully moves to a couch-bed for             the Friday & Saturday nights he regularly spends with his mother as her "weekend buddy". 

The Silha schedule is always full: supper at the Minnetonka; dinner at a good pub before a great             new musical, well staged in a deliciously barren industrial theatre space; one lunch with Stephen's             HS friend; another with a mutual friend of ours; family meetings, including Mark's annual review; a             hike on Merry-Wood; an excursion to the unique Russian Museum; then culminating with the             annual lecture ar the Silha Center at the University of Minnesota Humphrey Center… the main             event for our visit. 

James C. Goodale, a counsel for the New York Times, & author of the new book, Fighting for the Press: the Inside Story of the Pentagon Papers and Other Battles. delivered elegantly.








HAWAI'IAN HOLIDAY... [ENDING ELEVEN]

The real holiday of this season, for me, is Solstice... the day on which we flew from the mainland to visit friends on The Big Island. from our own Island's chill & damp overcast we landed into tropical air & clear starry night skies. A good-enough celebration of the longest night, in spite of unnatural price in dollars & carbon credits!

We are now on our way home for New Years... wishing that FEK did not have to change plans to join us. Her brother in law died just before Christmas so she went to Texas & would be too frayed to make the originally planned travel to Vashon, sigh... we had been looking forward to spending time with her at Soundcliff, but we accept the her situation.

Our time here has been quite wonderful. We are visiting & staying with our friends John & Glen, who used to live on Vashon but now have a wonderful home & garden here in Kona coffee country. They are active at the Donkey Mill, the local art center where an old friend, Kate Jacobson, is the director... so they know these friends from my Sedona era, Kate & her husband Will are well known potters... & teachers of a technique known as "Naked Raku"... It is indeed a small world!

We'd reacquainted ourselves & they'd met Stephen on our last visit over lunch at their home/studio, before she took this position. When she heard we were returning, Kate invited me to give an small, rather impromptu presentation at the Center... making the trip nicely more advantageous for me!

They were living in Olympia, Washington when I first moved from California & visited me in "The Cabinet", my first downtown Seattle studio, so we've been tagging each other for these 30+ years. No... I doubt we will be moving to Hawai'i in turn, even as it is a wonderful place for a holiday!. When she introduced me she mentioned that she was 21 when we met in 1976 & was kind to explain that I had been an inspiration all these years.

I was nicely received even though technical difficulties between my laptop & the projector disordered the images so that I had to surf & dance lively to improvise with whatever image popped onto the screen next! Happily it was an informal gathering of about twenty interested & interesting folk who asked good questions & appreciated the work... mostly bells, but a few pieces of jewelry plus some drawings & images of my inspirations. We sold a few bells afterward & made some future contacts, so I was pleased, in spite that several days work of planning had been lost! sigh...

Stephen & John have been friends for decades as well... He & Glenn included us in a fulsome round of parties with their friends, many whom we'd met on our previous Holiday trip four years ago. Several gatherings are traditional enough that we had been to earlier incarnations in the same wonderfully interesting homes. So many here are built to be open-air pavilions most of the time, with big sliding doors & folding shutters or simply open screens... I'm loving this kind of holiday weather!

Our hosts nicely entertained a fine dinner at the house the next evening, giving more time with Kate & Willi as well as two other friends: Lorraine, who who has lived a rather fabulous story over her many years, as well as Gerald, a younger Island-born artist we'd met on our last visit. 

Christmas dinner was a picnic on the beach near with yet another group of friends with whom we've gathered before on the same occasion. I love the informal ways here. While it's a bit odd to see [thankfully few enough] of the usual Christmas ornaments alongside tropical blooms... poinsettias do grow wild here!

We enjoyed educating ourselves a bit about Kona's coffee production, visiting a co-operative mill one afternoon, where I photographed one worker raking the berries at an almost monk-like meditative pace to dry in the sun. There was a self guided tour showing the complicated, multi-stage process of removing several layers of husk & skin. At this point they had been soaked to look like & were called, "parchment"... which will then be polished off, revealing the bean ready to be sorted as green beans ready to roast. 

I've made many photographs of the botanical effulgence & we've snorkled to add richly decorated fish & coral to our memory banks of imagery. My favorite discovery was the bloom of the Blue Jade Vine, which is a fascinating sculpture in an highly improbable color.

While it forms exuberant, long loose clusters, eventually making only a couple large pendulous seed pods hanging from the seemingly too-thin stem... it is the form of a single blossom that is quintessential to my eye. I have no firm idea yet how I might use it, except possibly to first pencil a study in my round drawing book. Perhaps it could evolve into a bell design, but I don't perceive just yet how...

the painted drapes in our room which that friend, Roz Marshall, painted...

HAWAI'IAN HOLIDAY... [ENDING ELEVEN]


The real holiday of this season, for me, is Solstice... the day on which we flew from the mainland to visit friends on The Big Island. from our own Island's chill & damp overcast we landed into tropical air & clear starry night skies. A good-enough celebration of the longest night, in spite of unnatural price in dollars & carbon credits!

We are now on our way home for New Years... wishing that FEK did not have to change plans to join us. Her brother in law died just before Christmas so she went to Texas & would be too frayed to make the originally planned travel to Vashon, sigh... we had been looking forward to spending time with her at Soundcliff, but we accept the her situation.

Our time here has been quite wonderful. We are visiting & staying with our friends John & Glen, who used to live on Vashon but now have a wonderful home & garden here in Kona coffee country. They are active at the Donkey Mill, the local art center where an old friend, Kate Jacobson, is the director... so they know these friends from my Sedona era, Kate & her husband Will are well known potters... & teachers of a technique known as "Naked Raku"... It is indeed a small world!

We'd reacquainted ourselves & they'd met Stephen on our last visit over lunch at their home/studio, before she took this position. When she heard we were returning, Kate invited me to give an small, rather impromptu presentation at the Center... making the trip nicely more advantageous for me!

They were living in Olympia, Washington when I first moved from California & visited me in "The Cabinet", my first downtown Seattle studio, so we've been tagging each other for these 30+ years. No... I doubt we will be moving to Hawai'i in turn, even as it is a wonderful place for a holiday!. When she introduced me she mentioned that she was 21 when we met in 1976 & was kind to explain that I had been an inspiration all these years.

I was nicely received even though technical difficulties between my laptop & the projector disordered the images so that I had to surf & dance lively to improvise with whatever image popped onto the screen next! Happily it was an informal gathering of about twenty interested & interesting folk who asked good questions & appreciated the work... mostly bells, but a few pieces of jewelry plus some drawings & images of my inspirations. We sold a few bells afterward & made some future contacts, so I was pleased, in spite that several days work of planning had been lost! sigh...

Stephen & John have been friends for decades as well... He & Glenn included us in a fulsome round of parties with their friends, many whom we'd met on our previous Holiday trip four years ago. Several gatherings are traditional enough that we had been to earlier incarnations in the same wonderfully interesting homes. So many here are built to be open-air pavilions most of the time, with big sliding doors & folding shutters or simply open screens... I'm loving this kind of holiday weather!

Our hosts nicely entertained a fine dinner at the house the next evening, giving more time with Kate & Willi as well as two other friends: Lorraine, who who has lived a rather fabulous story over her many years, as well as Gerald, a younger Island-born artist we'd met on our last visit. 

Christmas dinner was a picnic on the beach near with yet another group of friends with whom we've gathered before on the same occasion. I love the informal ways here. While it's a bit odd to see [thankfully few enough] of the usual Christmas ornaments alongside tropical blooms... poinsettias do grow wild here!

We enjoyed educating ourselves a bit about Kona's coffee production, visiting a co-operative mill one afternoon, where I photographed one worker raking the berries at an almost monk-like meditative pace to dry in the sun. There was a self guided tour showing the complicated, multi-stage process of removing several layers of husk & skin. At this point they had been soaked to look like & were called, "parchment"... which will then be polished off, revealing the bean ready to be sorted as green beans ready to roast. 

I've made many photographs of the botanical effulgence & we've snorkled to add richly decorated fish & coral to our memory banks of imagery. My favorite discovery was the bloom of the Blue Jade Vine, which is a fascinating sculpture in an highly improbable color.

While it forms exuberant, long loose clusters, eventually making only a couple large pendulous seed pods hanging from the seemingly too-thin stem... it is the form of a single blossom that is quintessential to my eye. I have no firm idea yet how I might use it, except possibly to first pencil a study in my round drawing book. Perhaps it could evolve into a bell design, but I don't perceive just yet how...

the painted drapes in our room which that friend, Roz Marshall, painted...

SUMMER STUDIO...

I've been drawn to the studio much more this summer than most. Continuing a flow of commissions beginning in winter. I'm exploring being a custom jeweler again. That is an internal web strung with a history fraught with caution & longing.

I've been mining my archives, bringing waxes abandoned decades ago. Unfinished in  the vicissitudes of tumbling life. Some have life rhythmically yammering through years. Some have been previously, periodically, progressed in similer moods hoping to move them into a more permanent [IE: cast into metal]... always to feel the deep stretch out of decades of change. Often I am daunted with a sense that I have lost finesse. Of course there are reasons why these have been postponed, Still... I have protected these fragile projects through numerous moves. Strong webs ancient & new.

Thursday, July 04, 2024

VANCOUVER INTENTIONALLY...

We have been planning around a quick trip up to Vancouver, BC... 170 miles north of us, just over the Canadian border.

Conspiring with us is our long & deep friend & god-buddy, Malcolm, who lives in Port Townsend, which is closer, but requires a ferry. It became a complicated dance of four guys living in numerous places on lively schedules! 

We intend to visit another soul mate named Sequoia, who has been creating & reinventing his life due to health. He has just published his autobiography, titled DIVINING DESIRE.

This will be be the virgin crossing using my new passport... renewed after lapsing during Covid-19. It feels good to be traveling wider again! 

We left our condo Friday mid-morning driving I-5 after its very busy rush hour,  to arrive at an acquaintance of Stephen, who allowed us to park our car & meet Malcolm, who'd offered to drive us up in his Tesla. 

Not being a driver anymore, I was happy to retire into the back seat, having a driver... plus a spare! 

Checking into EXchange, our LEED-certified hotel began an interesting experience on many levels. First, because LEED is acronym for Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design, we felt we were honoring our many efforts to be good environmental citizens.  

Next because the building...the old Stock Exchange... hence it's name... is only one of many older buildings in the long bustling urban core of a historic city which preserves its earlier historic street-scape by requiring such buildings to retain at least part of the the original facades. 

We'd been given rather complicated instruction how to park... first for finding the entrance well down a one-way alley with an obviously temporary plywood structure hovering 'round the view as we began descending several steep tight loops, passing ample charging outlets for EV, like the one we are in... comforting & later useful. Then up to the modern building's dizzily wavy-tiled lobby before finding a turn into the original interior elevator lobby with its colorful terracotta-tiled  ceiling, which served only the few floors of the hotel. Finally we found welcome at the reception desk. 'Twas already a minor adventure, clothed as potential predicament.

Malcolm is a builder, so he & I were fascinated with all this mixed architecture. He later discovered a model in the new lobby which helped us understand the project better.

 Our room was fine, except for the wallpaper, printed to mimic or imply something like an detail from a stock certificate[?], but at a scale conjuring mostly sloppy stucco.

I cannot resist sharing Oscar Wilde's quote, often reputably from on his deathbed, as "Either this wallpaper goes or I do.” but what he actually said was, “This wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death.

We dressed to meet Sequoia at his apartment, well located 5 floors up from a hillside cul-de-sac above Stanley Park, where he's lived for 20 years. We had fresh vegetable rolls which Malcolm brought from the Chimacum farmer's market he helped create some years ago. I especially appreciated that they'd been garnished from the inside with toasted sesame seeds before being rolled around the filling. Malcolm is entrepreneurial as well as a true farm-foodie!

Sequoia invited us to one of his favorite nearby restaurants & we were seated in a room open to the sky. Our delightful server's name was Miriam... with sparkling Egyptian eyes. 

A lovely reunion in deep camaraderie. We all have long history of sharing many of Soundcliff's fabled Thanksgiving feasts. 

We had packed with the forecast of probable rain, planning to spend the day retreating in the UBC Museum of Anthropology, but easily rejoiced in a glorious Saturday. 

Additionally, it happened to be the re-opening day of the museum's renovation of its renowned architecture, by Arthur Erickson.  Much of its famed glass facade had not been originally built to the architect's design & was found to be vulnerable to seismic failure. That lofty transparent space perfectly housed the collection of tall totem poles originally sited in the First Nations' coastal fishing villages. 



It was explained that the youngsters were learning the traditions in situ...

Canada has wrestled with its indigenous population with more remedial attention, if still too-late, than have we in the US, where they are still usually called "Indians"... The new signage acknowledges a series of navigational, geographic & linguistic errors.  Ah, the hubris of white men, living on in ever-destructive delusions of superiority! "Sad," as one currently visible adherent pretense to great superiority that might say. 

 Stephen & I joined a short tourof the new space, being given by the director of the museum... an erudite well spoken woman who explained the care with which these poles were ceremonially "put to sleep" by members of the First Nations' people to be stored horizontally before the building's glass facade was reconstructed. It was a monumental reworking, including deep rethinking of how the artifacts were re-installed... with new , more properly & precisely written signage all with consultation... plus First Nations ceremony. 

 Watching the dances commemorating the opening, we realized that our timing in this case was not nearly so intentional as quite lucky! 

 I was particularly pleased to be revisiting this art because I had studied its influences I honored when I designed THE NORTHWEST COLLECTION linked here:

 DUCK: https://www.grbbells.com/products/northwest-duck?_pos=1&_psq=duck&_ss=e&_v=1.0   FROG: https://www.grbbells.com/products/nwfro?_pos=1&_psq=frog&_ss=e&_v=1.0                   ORCA; https://www.grbbells.com/search?q=northwest+orca&_pos=3&_psq=orca&_ss=e&_v=1.0

[Somehow, I left our hotel that day without bringing my phone/camera, so I'm pleased that Stephen is allowing me to use his photos to enliven this post.]

This image made by a handy bystander of the four of us in front of a favorite Bill Reid sculpture, portraying the story of the discovery of mankind in a clam shell by Raven. I remember being impressed by this huge cedar wood carving from my first visit to this museum 20+ years agoI still find it magnificent..  The Raven and the First Men can be studied here: https://moa.ubc.ca/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Sourcebooks-Raven_and_the_First_Men.pdf ;
  
Stephen caught this fine casual portrait of our compadres Malcolm left, Sequoia right... both rapt & wrapped inside the intensity of learning in this treasure trove of history.

I met first met Sequoia at one of his Men In Touch retreats at the Bodhi Manda Zen monastery in New Mexico, in 1999. Stephen & I made plans to meet after separate visits to our families... he in Minnesota, me in Kansas. Both of our fathers were dying.

Sequoia has actively evolved a career from Air Force pilot to massage therapist ever deeper into the nexus of spirituality & sexuality. I have been introduced numerous times & ways into dancing with these concepts in my own life & can vouch for value added, while not feeling much need or capability to expound more here. I can happily refer to his newly published book Divining Desire... Exploring Sacred Eros by Sequoia Thom... I can invite you to read it with me if you are curious.

Sequoia has been diagnosed with stage four cancer but has been living in a remarkable state of health for more than a year, eliciting further appreciation. The reason for our visit to his home in Vancouver was to celebrate another time with him.

The weather returned toward the prediction on Sunday, when we had a brunch at the old hotel in which Stephen had first hoped to find our lodging. The Sylvia Hotel had more of our style, but the kitchen lacked some of the basic skills...like how to properly poach eggs!

As we returned, I appreciated the rather ephemerally embracing sculpture... quickly dissolving,... evaporating visually... all in the few minutes we spent driving through the pleasant woman examining our passports at the border.

Because we had such important time inside friendship, we returned home deeply satisfied. I am grateful that Stephen accepts & loves being ''my driver"!


Thursday, June 20, 2024

Summer Solstice Story... 2024

 
Emerging again from the burning roots of Solstice

MAKER RENEWS 

Feeling accumulated warmth...

  Tasting fecundity in deep rich seasonal air...

 
 
Testing possibilities... 

A new surge of life...

Contemplating a maturation in creativity!




Photo Essay by Mark Milroy & Gordon R Barnett


A friend & neighbor on Vashon Island, Mark Milroy, is a fine photographer. In 2021 he proposed making a shoot of me in the old Big-Leaf Maple which had quite a history hanging-out over our Soundcliff's parking-pad -- offering both dangers and protections inside her delicate cavernous core. He envisioned posing me nude in this tree. 
 
I accepted what was a bit of a challenge. I am not particularly shy... loving hot tubs & bath houses; having a lifetime's history of nude beaches, Faerie Gatherings & skinny tripping with friends in the waters of Oak Creek. I've known innumerable life-drawing sessions with nude models of all genders & I've even modeled in several groups where we exchanged roles as artist & model.

Even-so, this is another sort of "coming out" for me... publishing myself here!






Thursday, May 09, 2024

BLOG DANCE...


I am coming back to my long-familiar history on Blogspot, which I hope will restore a certain richness which I have long appreciated.

While I have become disenchanted with my stint of trying to blog on Shopify, I continue to celebrate Shopify for many other functions. When my computer guru introduced me to Shopify, he put it simply: 

Shopify is about numbers, while 

Blogspot is about words.

I need both!

My business has been happily busy recently, mostly because my faithful associate, Momo, has been regularly active on the various social media platforms we try to keep up with: Facebook,  Instagram, & TikTok. The last one is especially lively... in numerous ways... most of them ever puzzling.  We've had some posts which have gone viral (up to 47,000 hits), but that has not always resulted in sales. We are trying to tease answers about the algorithms, as are many others. 

We were astounded by a run of sales of the Chocolate Lily Earrings, of which Momo had made-up several dozen pairs last year from an abundance of stock when our foundry mistakenly filled an order twice.  We don't often sell earrings, but something mysteriously "clicked" on TikTok & we've been frequently shipping them out...  sometime 4-5 orders a day! We don't know why, but we're not complaining!

The capabilities of Shopify to keep the sales, mailing & inventory functioning in real time are a boon to me; I do not love numbers & the details of bookkeeping. The program keeps track & analyzes sales & information about customers which will be useful to study how the business is faring in various ways. It can do more than I can easily fathom, much less use at present. I'm happy to keep exploring & learning its capabilities.

But Shopify is not so capable of reflecting the style of my communication. I have long taken pride in my blog. It is more than a tool for the business, which is the way Shopify is programed. I suspect I could keep working to finesse it better, but it simply doesn't seem worth it to try to reinvent what Blogspot already does.

I have often quipped that my blog is "the book I will never write." It is a collection of essays about several decades of my history... with photos. It is wildly variable as to quality. I obviously have found myself posting in many moods and manners. It is very personal. That is, I believe, much of its value.

So this flipping of venues is more of my experimental exploration. I say"venueS" because at this point I will probably post & repost back & forth, in order to educate myself more about how they contrast in use.

You may continue to read my blog on both plstforms: https://www.grbbells.com/blogs/blog &/OR: GRBBELLS.COM...

Biz & Personal, Mixed... as usual. Obviously clarity is not my easy path. 

FINE! 

I bumble well.

Friday, March 03, 2023

TAKING a DEEP SOUNDING on SOUNDCLIFF...

 

(MISSING PHOTO-PROW DECK IN BLOOM)

When we returned from India several years ago, we began dreaming of more such richly lengthy travels. That realization began our planning more seriously about some version of “retirement”… knowing that neither of us would ever do that in any sort of usual way. But we both know our energies are slower & the math pointed to the fact that five years later I would be 80, so the time to travel is soon… is now.

Whether we return to the subcontinent which we have come to love, or return to our explorations in Europe… or to venture further, perhaps into Africa & South America, remains to be determined, but we have taken the challenge seriously.

Multitudes of poignant, poetic moments lace throughout these months spent inside the hard work; first, of contemplation, then the process, the actual laborious processes, of preparing to leave Soundcliff… our home – his of 33 years & mine for most of 26. The home we’ve worked on together so deeply to contain us, to entertain us & to explain us.

We also worked here, as two completely individual creative lives: One a writer, filmmaker & facilitator, working in an office off the living area or up the slope in a specially built lovely separate “writer’s cabin” close to the drive. The other a visual artist, jeweler & bell designer, who has occupied a generous studio space at garden level… with immediate access to the garden which is also his passion.

We had shopped condos a couple of years ago year & followed an impulse to imagine living in an imaginary eighth floor home on the east side of the last building possible in the new village named Point Ruston. The building – now called Rainier Condominiums – was a foundational hole on a generous lot. We viewed drawings & film projections of a dream which brought us back later. We hiked up the steel fire stairs with Brandon, our realtor, in the raw hull of a building without yet an elevator. Without yet solid walls, but filled with bare steel studs which only barely began to sketch the space which we ultimately decided to buy.

We began to take the notion of moving more seriously, especially after my declaration that I was not going to plant a garden next year. I had fallen several times with enough minor injury to suggest I pay better attention to my fables as well as my foibles. It felt good to admit that I was no longer having fun in the soil, albeit with a bit of embarrassing disappointment.

Stephen had a connection with a young Vashon realtor, whom I also liked & we began learning what selling a special property involves. Sophia DeGroen Stendahl soon had us grooming & staging the house for the photographer, requiring the moving of all sorts of extraneous paraphernalia to present the space well. After all, we were selling the house, not our collections… even though we needed to move much of it back in soon afterwards so that we could continue to live in it again. That was good practice for the eventual serious editing to come. We both have way too many possessions!

Success in these processes has become our current achievement. All has changed very quickly & happily, rather more smoothly than expected as our work shifted into higher gear. You see, there was a couple who had leased a house on the Island while they searched for the right home for themselves… That home turned out to be Soundcliff, which was never actually listed & shown only twice… the market is still very active because of the rare bucolic qualities of Vashon and urban pandemic jitters. 


We cleared from this…
& this…
To this…
The bedroom sported a custom bed platform which allowed us to sit up into the view to read or write while observing the magical views of water, mountain & weather… Ultimately, we salvaged the big drawers to use in the dressing room of the condo.
As the “bones” of the house were revealed, some bits of its “skin” became more evident… like the painted “sky” ceiling of the kitchen, the patina on the old fir floor of the living room & the painted mosaic kitchen floor by Galen Garwood.
The well-worn couch, which held memories of many conversations over cocktails, cuddles & naps, was one of the last pieces of furniture to find a new home… leaking down feathers all the way.

There is no way to describe the months of wild emotional processes & simply difficult labor which it took to get us through it all & out the door the last time. Whew!

We do, however, look forward to being invited back for a visit when Elizabeth & Keith have put their new notions on Soundcliff .

Our life continues as “adventure, not predicament” in a new venue…which we’re calling Huitieme Ciel. More to come.