rummaging for mason jars while I pickle some red onions, and found this empty jar -- little did I know when I set this sauerkraut aside I'd be evacuated a few days later from wildfires and it would be a month before I returned to a house that survived while everything around me burnt down, and I was faced with this jar of sauerkraut with its lid slightly open to allow for fermentation and I thought, dare I eat it? but I could not, emptied it in the compost, but apparently kept the jar which is searching for its spiritual hill in Tennessee, that is my anecdote. #wallacestevens #wildfire #CBN #sauerkraut
been staring at the lamp and plant for 4 months then listened to TJ Clark talk about Pissarro calling himself a painter of cabbages and how Monet painted haystacks but really he painted sunsets as that’s the time of day he decided to trap the haystack and Baudelaire apparently astonished that someone would ask him to write a poem about nature and replying that there is nothing interesting in vegetables, I guess I fall into the Pissarro camp
thinking about this old dog and if I can get her back out to Newfoundland to this meadow for one last summer where she used to chase the willow ptarmigan but now is ok with scenting them as they flit around the shale and gorse (acrylic on cradle board 6” x 6”)
