Lisa Kellogg

Day 349: Suck it up!  Butter Cup! i used to have dreams when i was a kid that involved a butter cup about to get crushed. i would wake just before it was too late. My neighbor came in one day while i was vacuuming, “Oh you’re sucking!” he says… a funny curious man you

Day 347: Sweeping up, coming to a close, yes i am nearly there the end of a cycle of a year and the beginning of what’s next!

Day 346: Roads and Bridges, we need more bridges. We have lots of roads traveling all over sometimes in a tangle like in the middle of the drawing where everything converges and its not very clear, feels all blocked up and overwhelming. How will we find our way? Yet, there is a path through… Sometimes

Stream for Day 345: Light and chain is a necklace that holds a cord that brings light to the room a place where you share meals and conversation over a steaming cup of tea. Tea everyday with my grandmother, after school i sip and listen to her read stories under light from the window or

i’m enjoying going back and forth between recognizable object and abstraction as i follow the lines of a thing sufficiently to catch what it references. Then wander off, around the room, tracing other paths connected but not necessarily a representation of each, instead a new map jumping the frame, the boundary of an object, discovering

Torn: its the first i’ve done that removing a line from the spiral… Stream torn to open the flow, torn the edge, now it’s no longer straight, there’s a bend, rough edged bend, bend in the path, on the way to the Torne is a place my mother used to take her horse to ride