I have a ritual that I perform every August 26. It began four years ago on the day I had to put down my sweet old dog Wilson. Earlier that week I had the staggering realization that the time had come for her life to end. On the 25th I called our vet in Taos and,...
musings from the studio and beyond ~
dawn chandler’s reflections on art and life. . . .
wilson pupster
when a journey goes horribly wrong…. and reveals a forgotten forest along the way
As I look out my window just now, I see nothing but a dark tangle of black lines, crisscrossing and knotting up with each other, their shapes carved out by the softest shade of morning, of first light. First this light was pale grey. Now at the base where earth turns...