Scanned photograph with gouache and wax pencil, 2020. Read the NPR... Myself, and I know so many others, have livelihoods tied to the a... Despite some sojourns back to the states, I've now lived in this ... Durga Puja, 2019. This is part of an ongoing series of small towns memorable from m... I spent the past week at Experimenter Gallery in Kolkata, taking a wr... Another shout out from my recent project, Places I Slept, was jus... Read "Sleeping Through America" interview at Humble Arts Foundation N... If you check in here regularly, you've probably noticed several chang... Sometimes I sit down to write without ever realizing why it is I'm do... Available for pre-ordering. When this new site launched a year ago... Kolkata, India 2018 Kolkata is home to one of the oldest non-churc... Taking Flight, 2015 Starling, 2014 One of my earliest posts here in the journal were w... I'm looking at this image with new eyes today. It reminds me of s... Simple Beautiful Things ... God Room, 2018 A man enters to prepare for daily puja. He wil... THIS POST IS PASSWORD PROTECTED. INQUIRE FOR ACCESS.If you're curious... At times, transformation is a long and laborious process. But when yo... Somewhere near the Mojave Desert, 2017. I love living in a world w... Somewhere in Utah or Nevada, 2017 I remember the moments before ta... Fragments of past work from salvaged film scans. These are the spaces... I created these images in 2017, in between housing in Thailand an... New York City, November 2017, 120mm film Thanksgiving has... NOTES FROM MAINE Blizzard, 2017 My house is in an established neighborhood. Even though I am taking re... At times I become startled by the immense power I harness within this ... Releasing Stars paper lantern teardrop rising sending dreams on ... Descending from Mountains: West Bengal, India, 2018. Heartsong by Sanjoy Bose and Amy Parrish - (ORDER HERE) H... "Instead of going ... Kalimpong & Darjeeling ... from Shanti Series, Salt Print. Tonight I leave for a journey towar... Durga Puja, Kolkata. 2018 ... Wall, 2018. This morning, looking through recent work, I recognized a... Carnival Ride. 2018. Sunset view. From the bedroom upstairs, you can watch the sunrise over... A young man in a coffee shop sat across from his mentor, a well-known ... Something has shifted. Yesterday I spent the afternoon ... Aarti ceremony along the Ganges River, Varanasi, India, 2016. NOTES FROM THE MESA Taos, New Mexico, 2018 Today I made a series o... Botanical Garden, 2018 "These great trees are pra... Kumartuli: 2017-2018 ... 120mm film scan, Kolkata, India, 2018 #metoo Showing, Telling; 2015 NOTES FROM MAINE 2018 Time Slips grains of sand shifting beneath me b... PASSWORD PROTECTED POST: PLEASE INQUIRE FOR ACCESS ------- I'm n... Sleepless night, 2018. I am drenched in memory green walls, hue of another era (my grandmothe... Today I became like one of countless women across Kolkata when the fru... Introduction to Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie ... Jazz vocalist, Stella Stevenson, 2016. In 2016 I photographed Colum... Life Domestic, 2018 Today there was light. From the rooftop in Natungram, 2018. PT III: I asked for honey, gin... PT II: There is no cold drinking water in this village unless you ... The Night Trees, 2018. Some days I feel like I'm living in a Henri ... PT I: Over the weekend I visited Natungram, a village about four hours... She stole me. Upon arriving at my room... One of my dearest friends, M... Every day there is a storm and every day the storm passes. I am gratef... Fallen "What I know for sure" is that I am strong. But I also know that stren... It's monsoon season. The air is hot and sticky until afternoon rains p... This morning, I laid on a mat in the living room, the coolest place in... Tattered pieces become whole again, stitch by stitch. I've experienc... Pieces don't always line up the way they should. It's been a rough f... I arrived at my new home in India at nearly four in the morning. By ... One of the better book recommendations I've received was for Annie... ARTIST TAMIE BELDUE Working wit... As you allow flow and change to occur, and as you keep l... Kumartuli District, Kolkata, 2018 This morning I received f... Lenscratch- Road Trip Exhibition Places I Slept, Wendover, Utah, 201... Breathing cool dew in the night, I watch glittering green weave throu... NOTES FROM THE ROAD Near the Mojave Des... TRAVEL N... WORDS FROM A LOVER One thing is clear, you are searching for somethin... When chasing dreams, you may be asked to make a sacrifice. For me, I e... Sand Dune, 2013 Have you ever felt barren? Or do you find clarity t... Life comes around full circle in unexpected ways. I've photographed ... NOTES FROM THE ROA... Sitting with Tadpoles sour apple ... Samaras, collected June 30, 2018 The seeds of maple have wings to c... These Lovely Mountains My mother sent me photos which were displa... I found a lifeless bird on the stone path, so light and fragile in my ... NOTES FROM THE ROAD Somewhere, Iowa September 4th, 2017, ~3:30 am ... Angkor Wat, Cambodia, 2015 Preservation and destruction are one in th... During a Maine Media artist lecture last night, photographers Gre... These nearly-forgotten images were created probably 8-10 years ago... "The Old Farmhouse", Granville, OH Through the rest of the month, I'l... ...that profound awareness when you look back and realize how long you... NOTES FROM DUALITY 2015 The blooming of self into Self. ... (You may want to read yesterday's post first.) Here are items found... Homes on Monhegan Island, 2014 It feels like the same corners o... NOTES FROM THE ROAD Grand Canyon, 201... Experiment Two: Ziatype infused with pigment, 2018 Experi... Stones dissolve into sand, and sand binds into stone. Everything t... RELEASING PEBBLES I created this coastal series of cyanotypes durin... Paths branch out in different directions, weaving through the forest i... PART THREE: This is the final segment of a literal telling of our stor... some days there are no words mystery like midnight-sausages and caramels melting on sweet tongues t... Spring is a time of new beginnings. Life has a way of aligning with th... I have a lot of dreams, and this is one for the universe: I want to pr... search for the darkest corners of your imagination PART TWO: He is one of the reasons I didn't return to India the follo... most of our lives our only connection to solid ground are the soles... I've confided in friends who have confided in me. It seems at one ti... Accepting project commissions in Asheville, North Carolina at the end ... Recently I picked back up with work as a professional photo reviewer. ... Visit me at Maine Media Workshops next month for a two-day introductio... We met on a rooftop in one of the oldest red-light districts of Calcut... Birds of Pray, Collage, by Sandy Weisman Artist and poet Sandy Weisma... Untitled, Watercolor, 2016 I sat down this morning to write a blog po... How many questions are answered in dreams? Over the past week, I've been ... OHIO TRAVEL PLANS If you need senior or family portraits this year, ... NOTES FROM THAILAND 2017 ------- I could spend my entire life watch... Seneca Rocks, West Virginia Mountains have appeared as a theme. Chall... And I rise up. Last month my mind looped a phrase in repeat as I wo... COASTAL RETREAT Join me at the 26 Split Rock Cove artist retreat in... Bael harvested in Kolkata, India and the first experiment of a gum bic... Beyond heart and intellect, we refused to go. - Houssay on the Bohem... PASSWORD PROTECTED (continued from the previous post) A confession- a... William Kentridge: How we make sense of the world from Louisiana Cha... New work on the site! This weekend I mo... I breathed in an intoxicating atmosphere that can ... "In almost every part ... you are an impossible highway NOTES FROM NOWHERE time unknown ------ put away the black lace dres... Re-interpreting Death-- Amethyst, 2014 More than a few have made n... Untitled, Platinum Print, 2014 In that space between sleep and consciousness, I entered the early mor... self-portrait unfinished i am novel gilded edges wearing thin pry me open peer ... NOTES FROM THE ROAD, USA 2017 Each time I go away, I return a little... She stood in the forest like a deity, fronds bowing at her feet. First comes the awakening. An open portal. A choice. I pursued love b... He invited me to walk in the wind. My silk scarf whipped u... Everything vibrates there... sometimes I forget that world i... Learn more about this body of work by clicking h... Would you like to join me? I've been messaging friends and stranger... When is the last time you played in your work? On my first or second... NOTES FROM KOLKATA 2016 -------- We spoke in the stairwell. Bharati... A blanket, a piece of chocolate and a dog leash. ------------------... NOTES FROM BISHNUPUR as seen from my balcony AUG... That which we call a rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet. ... "The process of transformation consists mostly of decay." -Rebecca ... One of the rural Appalachian... In Kolkata, only o... Tucked in the back of my journal is a notecard with this image by Gu... Have you ever experienced this? I've... NOTES FROM A JOURNAL RE-VISITING NOTES FROM A JOURNAL 2016 it's like... I love spending time in art museums but, admittedly, I tend to rush ... Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be a leaf on the w... NOTES FROM MAINE, CIRCA 2016 I am a memory of me. - - - - I... What is something you have seen or experienced that took your breath... Untitled, Watercolor and Gum Bichromate over Salt Print, 2017 Perhaps... I am the woman your shadow longs to be. Words from a lover. Sometimes I transcribe fragments of phon... Let me write of my love affair with Midcoast Maine. Today I sat at t... Join me for a weekend of two different micro-workshops outside of Bos... crackle sun flare yellow eyes syrup on my tongue like sticky hon... Gum bichromate from Wasp Nest series, 2015 How do you hear the timbre... Communion Bread and Momma's Sugar Pies 1 cup flour 1/3 cup shortenin... I've arrived in Portland where I met up with my dear friend, Brooke Sh... EXULANSIS n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an exper... She's been to hell and carries its stench on her skin. Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your fe... An excerpt from Stray Birds. Find out more about this project HERE. The wings of transformation are born of patience and struggle. Jane... Vulnerability. Limits. We all have them. A last-minute decision to vi... Notes from Sunderban 2018 The road is dotted with begging street do... Do you see the great canyon below you or lift your eyes up to the tr... It's been a challenging few days on the mesa. It's time to decide if... Tonight I saw a shooting star and made a wish to be with you. ... Hello friends, I'd like to hear from you! This is a space for creativi... When this morning began, I expected to visit Georgia O'Keefe's belov... Relish in the unexpected. I saw the moon rise behind the Sangre de ... "May your path be brightly lit." Today I'm sharing the well-wishes gi... 134 THE roots below the earth claim no rewards for making the branch... The thing we need is stillness. It's been three years- living out o... "I want to be improbable, beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though... NOTES FROM KOLKATA 2017 We often strolled through the cemetery. Here... To me, this is what dreams are made of... ... ...back to the beginning. A butterfly cannot disguise itself as a cat... The Golden Triangle: a view of Thailand, Myanmar and Laos in a region ... NOTES FROM _____ This is a new addition to my blog to fill in those m... Bruised by a love which was thought to last forever,... I find myself by creating. I'm looking forward to spending the we... NOTES FROM INDIA 2017 rag/cleaner waste bin laundry basket skil... Some secrets live within us forever. Others emerge when their truths ... Today I created sunprints with kindergarteners at Eastern Local Elem... I'm here in my hometown for a couple of days. Winding roads have been ... we can discipline our minds and our bodies but we cannot discipline... Materials have already been purchased for a hand-processed image-mak... Polaroids and poetry... I'm missing my days with artist, Nora Corbett... Home State. Yesterday I was in Portugal. The day before, Switzerl... Last night I dreamed that I had lost something. I climbed down, waist-... Have I become a grown woman or am I becoming my own woman? I entered into Switzerland, feeling a bit like a stray dog. The family... I stood before great temples, but found myself enthralled by the tre... Today is my last day in Kolkata. My Bangla skills have grown enough... ...the spark of an idea for a piece called Pretty Little Poet. I pu... At precisely which moment does a caterpillar become a butterfly? We al...
