Or commission?
Albuquerque flea market find!
5 yards, cotton.
Hand painted, hand-dyed batik wax resist.
Nigerian.
Jacquard lend weave.
From Folk Art show in Santa Fe.
Cost: will make you jealous.
What Should I Make With This?
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Monthly Archives: November 2017
Poetry Garden
Let’s just say you have just bought .2 acres off of Agua Fria in a zone 3 residential neighborhood in Santa Fe. (Let’s say you are me!). And you don’t yet know exactly what the city will allow, or how much budget you have. But you have a vision to put up a poetry garden–text installed in numerous ways on this wild sunny lot. How would you hardscape? Would you add a little house or ramadas? Would the feeling be wet or dry?
For the moment–and this is that last moment–let’s leave practicalities out it. Please go wild! I need your fresh ideas, most particularly about how to put poetry text INTO a setting.
Soon enough I’ll be limited by realities, so now is time to dream.
Thank you! Do post below in comments section.
So Much Depends Upon A Red Lounge Chair
Quatrains by Don Thompson
Don Thompson
Invasion
Without so much as a sack of dust,
Empty-handed, the wind
Flees south like a refugee,
Only a few days ahead of winter.
*
Seasoned
Light spatters on stagnant pond water
Like grease on a skillet—
Cast iron, the kind old-timers
Cherished and refused to scrub clean.
*
Train
Mid-morning train in the distance:
Lonelier than midnight, somehow,
Despite coffee and the raucous birds
That don’t even notice it.
*
Before Dawn
The first bird of the morning rasps
Some blue notes in a smoker’s voice,
Unanswered: Not up early,
But a lounge singer home late.
**
Columbus, Ohio. Poem & Images Miriam Sagan
Finally On Our Own
river roll
under James Wright
bridges
freight train
crossing
in a dead language
I couldn’t begin
to claim kinship
confluence
of this
and something else
remnant
column
of a deteriorated
neo-classicism
an invisible
watershed, or wellspring
mid-western manners
what you wanted
was simply an insert
in an industrial scape
praise or curse
so far from the deserts
of my
awakening
wind, lead
coverlet, shroud
not everyone
lying down
was dead
some were
in the bathtub
some were dreaming
on the dotted line
a nameless bird
flew
from here to there
unaware
of the horizon.
Thank You, Suminagashi
Miriam Sagan
Isabel Winson-Sagan
The Katz Box: Sustainable Housing
My brilliant nephew Tobias Katz started this project as a student at the Columbus College of Art and Design. His idea was an elegant modular one–to refurbish shipping containers as tiny houses.
The cost per square footage is about half of that of traditional construction. He built the prototype as his thesis, and I had the fabulous opportunity to visit earlier this month, and share ideas as well as an excellent local glazed doughnut.
The initial building was made possible through $30,000 worth of local sponsorship.
The inside has a clean modern feel, although obviously it can be customized to any taste.
Ceramics and glass were designed by fellow students.
He is currently at work on a duplex, and investigating live/garden units with one container given over to agriculture. The possibilities are endless, including housing for the homeless, and emergency response.
@TheKatzBox
