Burning Bushes Everywhere, The Art of Makoto Fujimura
“There are burning bushes everywhere, burning yet not consumed, and our lives can be just as miraculous. Our Making can …
Author Archives: Deborah J. Brasket
Embracing Joy, A New Year Resolution
Like many, I’ve been finding it difficult to write my normal New Year’s “Looking Back, Looking Forward” blog post. Looking …
“Isn’t It a Pity,” A Fitting Duet for MLK Day
If you’ve never heard Nina Simone’s version of George Harrison’s song “Isn’t it a Pity,” I can’t think of a …
The Radical Humanism in Alice Neel’s Artwork
I knew nothing of Alice Neel or her artwork until I came across a retrospective of her at the MET …
Rainy Morning Reveries in Photos
We’ve been blessed with more than usual rainfall on the central coast of California recently. I love the way the …
Spinning Tales, It’s in our Bones
Story-telling is in our bones. It rises through us like sap through roots and leaves into the air. It began …
O Holy Night
The single-most, salient symbol of Christmas, for me, is a shining star in the night sky. It’s what wakened the …
Poetry Making and the Art of Awe
I’ve been working on a poem I began here on this blog. It is a process, a gentle undoing and …
Albert Ryder, A Wild Note of Longing
He’s considered by many the father of American modern art, and yet I’d never heard of him until visiting the …
Field Notes From Within, Take Two
I’ve revised the poem I posted yesterday. I think this version better captures the heart of it. Let me know …
