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Posted in Light on September 27, 2012 by cgeary

Happy New Year!!! The way forward….

Posted in Celebration, Gratitude, Light on January 1, 2012 by cgeary

So, I’ve been thinking about what should go into my New Year’s resolutions, goals, intentions, etc. this year. I have to admit I am always conflicted between making a plan or letting it be and seeing where it all goes. So what about a loose plan to let things be, see where it all goes and enjoy it as it comes? What else can you do, really?

Best wishes for grace and peace and light in 2012!

2011 — My year in review

Posted in Celebration, Gratitude, Light, Travel with tags , on December 31, 2011 by cgeary

Hello World —

Usually I start the new year with a list of some sort — resolutions, goals, intentions…I decided this time to first take stock of the year that is ending. It is amazing how much of it goes by in a blur. It has been an interesting process going back over memories of this one…so here are some…not in particular order..organized thematically (ish).

Transitions…The best news of the year came in late November that Ron would be working in NC starting in January. (Emily’s job at Springs Creative was a close second.) He got a good job with a very nice organization…less overseas travel. It will be so nice for him to be home and not traveling back and forth from Baltimore. It will be an adjustment for us after six years of a commute of one sort or another, but one I am happy to make. I know that he felt some sadness and ambivalence about leaving his job in Baltimore, but I know he knows this is right. I was hoping he would be able to take more time off in between jobs but that didn’t happen the way I was hoping.

When I was growing up, my family moved a lot, mostly around the Southeast US, more when I was younger and less as I got older. It seemed that one (or more) of us always got sick after the move…we always thought because of the stress perhaps. Ron did better than that though. He got very sick before his move…complicating the logistics (his and mine) in all sorts of ways. He had an acute attack of pancreatitis the Sunday before his last week in Baltimore. I flew up there immediately after I found out and was glad to be able to. Illness is a transition of sorts and is always about more than the physical symptoms. It is a way your body records your history…this may have been coming on for a while but ignored one way or the other, but it certainly has gotten Ron’s attention now. Good timing with the new job…a time to rearrange life so he is not working 10 hours a day or traveling so much…taking the easier path of living in only one place at a time and being alone less of the time. A good time to get on that healthy diet he has been talking about and getting more exercise. While I wish these changes had happened before this health crisis, I am glad that Ron is interpreting it as an awakening to taking good care of himself and slowing down.

My own health has been good this year..around May sometime I finally was able to get my head around taking action to lose weight…diet and exercise…really that is it. I have lost 20 pounds since then…more slowly than initially I had hoped but it is ok too. The keys to my success? A good digital scale, weighing every day, finding a diet based on portion control and healthy eating (only natural food, no sugar, no alcohol (not completely compliant on that one, but have cut way back). I added a short weight routine and am more regular in my running and yoga. I feel so much better and am very motivated to lose the next 10 to 20 pounds during the next year.

Travel — I would say this has been a light travel year, though when I start listing where I’ve been I guess it was light only in comparison to my husband and my work colleagues. I was very happy to return to Asia — Bangkok and Hanoi — if only for a week this past May. Ron and I went to England and to Ireland in June for vacation. Ron actually had a board meeting in London so I got to wander during the days in London on my own — and then we both went to Ireland and got to see Emily and Aonghus and Aonghus’ parents Lena and Harry. They took us on a lovely tour of Donegal and included us in family gatherings. In the US I visited Baltimore and DC a few times, Boston, Phoenix (to see Ron’s brother and sister-in-law, Tom and Karen), NY (to see Max in Henry V), Charlotte (where Emily now lives) and Atlanta. My friend Louanne gave me a travel journal for my birthday, so I kept a journal of my travels, with photographs. I don’t always write as I travel…though sometimes I do…I have finished most of the writing for the year but have some more photos to add.

Revolution — It has been an amazing year on the planet. Sometimes I feel so hopeless about human beings when I listen to the Republican rhetoric that is so mean and hateful and see others around the world hurting each other (and am also disappointed in the Democrats to ‘man up’ against all of this — where are you all??)…But…I am also buoyed by those who are out there facing down the corruption and the evil. I was so amazed to see the Egyptians in the street…I know the hardest part may still be to come but the Arab spring was so inspiring…And Occupy Wallstreet (and Chapel Hill and everywhere else) gives me hope that something is afoot. It is not clear where it will go or to what effect, but something is happening and I don’t think there is a turning back now. This something that is making people nervous as evidenced by the over-reaction in some places, but it will get bigger. Where am I in this? I am totally supportive and feel some regret at not being in the middle of it…I am raising my voice when I can and want to do more, but have not figured out how to do that and meet my other responsibilities as well. I am thankful that there are those who can be out there in the way that they can.

Wild Goose Festival — This happened the end of June at Shakori Hills in Saxapahaw…I almost missed even knowing about it. A gathering of Christians in the US similar to the Greenbelt festival in England. We went for a day and in the middle of the afternoon I felt the most amazing sense of peace and rightness about the world. It is definitely a gathering of the religious left…politics was there but not the main thing…strains of Christianity that I had not been around…looking towards the Great Turning…lots of discussion of living in intentional communities… music…art…diversity…sustainability..I heard Shane Claiborne and was very inspired and then read his book The Irresistible Revolution over the summer. Not a way that I live, but good to think about.

Books I loved this year and/or made me think differently…Art of the Commonplace…by Wendell Berry (plus his novels like Jayber Crow)…Spontaneous Happiness  by Andrew Weill…Kafka by the Sea and  After Dark by Haruki Murakami (check out his website:…Crazy Like Us (The Globalization of the American Psyche) by Ethan Watters (in case you don’t yet think that pharmaceutical companies are corporations that care more about money than human beings)…Coming Back to Life by Joanna Macy..several by Alexander McCall Smith that I listened to on CD…a beautifully photographed book…Harvesting Color by Rebecca Burgessalso Andrea Reusing’s new cookbook, Cooking in the Moment, which I gave to several people for Christmas this year…A Year with Hafiz includes a Hafiz poem for every day of the year, so I started reading that as a daily meditation..You are Here by Thich Naht Hanh…The Sun is still my favorite magazine, though I also found Yes! this year and just subscribed to it in my pursuit of hopefulness.

Social media – I joined Facebook and Twitter and Instagram. Facebook is great, I’ve reconnected with several people and been able to keep up with others I might not have otherwise, plus it gives me a place for sharing thoughts and images that I wouldn’t have otherwise. (Also, it is a way to connect to this blog!)  Twitter is too overwhelming for me. Instagram I love though because it is photographs. I am an occaisional user so I don’t have a lot of followers or ‘likes’ (which makes me sad) but it is fun. (I’m ‘cwaszak’ on Instagram.)

Work-I returned the end of 2010 to a place I had worked many years and have been happy to be back with so many people I care about and I find so smart and caring. I have gone through somewhat of a transition in my own conceptualization of the research I want to do…a paradigm shift of sorts..though it is mostly a subtle change in articulation. This is great in that it has given me renewed inspiration for my technical work. The not so great thing this year was that we acquired a large new organization which has made life much more complicated and been an unwelcomed distraction from the work that I think we are meant to do. The merger is still a work in progress and all the pieces have not fallen into place with regards to a new structure…so I am trying to be helpful and stay positive…but in the next year it should be evident if this is going to work for me in the long run or not.

Art- I don’t know where I am going as an artist…the last part of the year..especially this past few weeeks I have not had time to focus on this part of my life…one that I think is essential but is distracted by work for money…I still am figuring it out. I am working on many different things simultaneously but finishing almost nothing. I am planning on submitting some work to some shows and galleries…I have the photos…we’ll see. I feel confused …unfocused about this. I did pick up my Pentax 1000 again and that has made me happy. I also have enjoyed talking to my daughter about her own work as a designer and listening to her thoughts and advice about my work…nice to see her doing something she loves and getting recognition for it…I always thought she had a lot of natural talent…now that talent is maturing as she is learning so much from school and her work colleagues.

And while I am speaking of family, Max, I think had a good year — first as part of the Shakespeare Festival in NC and then the rest of the year in NYC. I saw him in Henry V performed outdoors by the Classic Theatre of NY in July. I probably wouldn’t know about the High Line park in NYC if he did not work there and I think that is one of the best things in NY now and have spent a number of hours there and taken a lot of photos I love there. It was such a great idea. Renovation and renewal always make me happy. Max seems happy in his pursuit of his acting career.

I also have spent more time with Joshua and Caleb this year than ever before and that has been good. And…this summer we took Mother up to the mountains for her to see her family and celebrate her 87th birthday. This was a chance to reconnect to family I spent a lot of time with during my first 20 years or so, but much less since then. We also got to see Greg and Jennifer this past week in Chapel Hill for the Christmas holidays which was nice.

So while there were difficult moments this year (most of which I have not written about here), there were many, many good ones and good things about the year. I will stop here…just to say I am looking forward to seeing what the next one brings. I will close with a Hafiz poem I read just this morning —

It rises,

a glorious sun, 

if one can sit quiet long enough, 

Seeing it, one feels, I now have everything,

everything I could 

ever want.

Sarah and Elizabeth

Posted in Gratitude, Light on April 17, 2011 by cgeary

This is a photograph of my friend Elizabeth Campbell and her mother, Sarah West Campbell. Sarah died the week before last at age 91. I went to her memorial service last Sunday at the Methodist church downtown. It was a very sweet service. Elizabeth died in 2004 at age 52 of a very aggressive form of cancer diagnosed only months before her death. The last time I was in that church was for a memorial service for Elizabeth.

Elizabeth and I became friends about 1997. We met at a video workshop at Duke. We were in a session together and ended up pairing off to take photos of each other. We decided to go to lunch together and then hung out for the rest of the day through the reception that evening. I think we talked non-stop. I had started taking black and white photographs and she was the artist I wanted to be. She was a writer first, but also an astrologer, photographer, videographer. She had gone to UNC but then spent many years in the Hudson Valley in NY state working at the Omega Institute. She split her time between the NC and NY, primarily so she could be close to her mother as Sarah got older.

I met Elizabeth at a time I was going through a lot of personal transitions and her friendship was very dear to me. Though I had stepped away from religious spirituality I had known as a child, I was ready to be pulled back into a way of understanding the world that was not bound by human understanding. Elizabeth was very much a mystic and was a great guide for my new seeking.

Getting back to Elizabeth and Sarah….Elizabeth grew up in a close-knit extended family in Weldon. Her father died when she was in college and her mother moved to Chapel Hill soon after that, where Elizabeth was at UNC. Elizabeth felt extremely connected to her family. She stayed close her to aunts and cousins and saw them on a regular basis. To be Elizabeth’s friend meant that you got to be part of that as well. I spent at least one Thanksgiving dinner and New Year’s Eve dinner and many picnics and birthday parties with Elizabeth and Sarah and others..bringing along Emily or Max when I could. Elizabeth’s family rooted her. I remember when she did a reading for her book Intuitive Astrology in a local bookstore, she started out by saying,”I think half the people in this room are my blood kin.” That made her very happy.

Sarah was light and love and lots of energy. They called her “Skeet,” short for “mosquito” because she was so short…but I never thought of her as small because she seemed like such a force of nature. She was grounded, but interested in everything. She kept up with everyone’s lives and it was evident in all the discussion at her memorial service that she was a pivotal connection for all the members of her extended family.

                         Sarah and her close friend, Vera Hart.

I stayed in touch with Sarah even when Elizabeth was not in town. Sarah came to my wedding in 2002 though Elizabeth was not able to. I tried to stay connected after Elizabeth’s death — not as much as I had meant to — but periodically with Christmas cards and calls. One year I sent her a Valentine’s Day card and she called me to tell me how excited she was to get it….I felt badly that I had not done more.

After the memorial service I went through some of my photographs to find some of Sarah to share here. I selected photographs which best illuminated Sarah’s spirit shining through.

 At a July 4th party at Elizabeth’s house..Elizabeth’s sister Kacky on the left.

                                    Sarah and Elizabeth, same party.

What is the what?

Posted in Light on April 9, 2011 by cgeary

I recently listened to the audiobook of What is the What? by Dave Eggers about Valentino Achak Deng — one of the Lost Boys of Sudan. It is the amazing story of how Valentino and many other boys escaped from the death and destruction of war in southern Sudan and walked across the desert to Ethiopia and then Kenya and then after many years in Kakuma refugee camp imigrated to the United States. The story touched me in so many ways — from despair over the cruelty of war and difficulties faced by immigrants in the US to the gratitude for the numerous miracles that kept Valentino and his friends alive during their many journeys.

The personal connection I felt to this story is related to his time at Kakuma because I visited this camp once for several days in February 1997 — admittedly a much different experience than his. I was able to imagine the landscape as I listened because I had seen it, if only for a brief time. I was there with staff from the Kenya Girl Guides Association visiting Guides in the camp. As described in the book, many residents of refugee camps are living in more or less stable rather than emergency conditions. Children go to schools and girls join Girl Guide clubs where they are available. We were there to think about a possible activity with these Guide clubs. (In the end we chose to work in Uganda in another camp with many Sudanese refugees.) While I was there we saw women learning to use solar energy for cooking, we saw people weaving blankets and we met with the school-based Guide groups. As in many other camps we visited that year and later, we were welcomed with singing and dancing by so many lovely young girls.

In listening to this book I was reminded of many things I had seen and heard in Kakuma and other camps. But I also realized that I had had no idea about the real lives of refugees in the camps. I had no idea of the hunger and material deprivation that existed. It is not that I am so naive to think that refugees lived like staff, but I did not really understand the true disparities. I ate three meals a day while I was there and slept in a comfortable bed at night while now I realize that many people were eating only one meal a day and sleeping on the ground.

What can we do about the inequities in the world? I am never able to answer that question to my satisfaction. The best we can do, I’m afraid, is the best we can do. And work for peace and social justice in whatever way we are able to life us all up.

I am a photographer, and after reading this book I went and found photographs I took at Kakuma. I wanted to share them with Valentino so I scanned my negatives and am sharing them here. I hope to find a way to share this link with him and other who might have been there at this time.

Valentino — these are for you…and Dave Eggers for telling the story so well. I hope this will reach you somehow.

Peace and grace to all of us…Cindy

Listening to Sam Cooke in Kano

Posted in Light, Travel on October 18, 2010 by cgeary

I got to Kano (Nigeria) yesterday afternoon. It was very hot. Aisha, one of my colleagues on this trip offered to take me to the textile market. It is supposed to be one of the biggest in northern Nigeria. Her son took us to the market. It took awhile to get there so we had a bit of time in the car. At some point I found myself singing along with the music being played…a compilation of Sam Cooke songs…before I thought of this being slightly out of context, culturally speaking. Interestingly Aisha told me it was her son that chose the music.

After the market we drove for awhile again to the tailor’s shop so I could have dresses made with my cloth. Kano is a hot, dry town and it is very poor. So many people in difficult circumstances. I don’t take pictures of that or dwell on it when I am working in places like this, but at one point I realized that Sam Cooke was singing, A change is gonna come. I always associate this song with the civil rights movement and race relations in the United States, but riding down the poor streets in Kano in an air conditioned car with that song playing was like a movie sound over…it made me wonder when it will ever change….arguably things are better in some ways, here and at home, but there is so much change still to come (I hope).

It’s been a long, long time coming, but I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will…

My father

Posted in Light on December 28, 2009 by cgeary

My father, Rudy Stock, passed away a week ago (December 20) — almost to the hour that I write this. Though he had been in declining health for the past few years, his death so soon after entering the hospital for what we thought would be a routine admission was unexpected.

This post is much longer than what I usually write…I realize I am writing for the most part for myself…to help me think through and remember the events of the past week.

The nurse’s aid from Daddy’s assisted living facility called me the morning of the 16th to tell me that she was calling the rescue squad because of Daddy’s high fever. Though I think he had been sent in needlessly in the past, this seemed reasonable. Throughout the day I kept in touch with the hospital, the assisted living facility, Joyce, who helps Mother and Daddy in many different ways, my brother, Greg and daughter, Emily. Things seemed routine. The infection was more serious than sometimes; they admitted him and I went to visit after work. He was having trouble communicating and was very agitated. I have to admit it was difficult to be with him, but I assumed he would be fine once the antibiotics kicked in later in the evening. I left at 9pm. His doctor called me at 2:30am, though telling me that he’d had some problems and they’d called in the ICU team — wanted to verify the DNR orders — and suggested I come in. I did — not knowing what I would find — I was impressed by the team that was there with him. I had not been able to find copies of the living will or the health POA…called the assisted living facility to see if they had a copy….called my brother in Colorado and asked him to confirm for me that that was the right thing to do. The doctors were not concerned about the paperwork…told me I seemed like a reasonable person and they would do what I asked. His BP had fallen and they wanted to know how aggressively I wanted to intervene to bring it back up….whether to use pressors or not…they explained the risks and also that they might just need to do something less aggressive to get a better reading…so I opted for that and luckily didn’t have to make any other decisions because the BP increased and he seemed better. They moved him to a ward with a higher level of care and I left at 5am to get more sleep. I emailed my supervisor and my brother and then had the deepest 3 hours of sleep I could remember. I only stayed a few hours at work…went to pick up some additional clothes for my father to go home in when he did get to go home. The rescue squad had taken my father to the ER in only his underwear. My mother, Norma, who has dementia and had forgotten exactly why Daddy was gone, had nevertheless laid out a set of clothes even though I had not told her I was coming for them. I went back to the hospital…Daddy was not doing great…having a hard time breathing and very very agitated. They told me he had pneumonia in addition to his other infection. He had a nurses aid with him all day to watch and make sure he didn’t pull out his tubes. It was impossible to understand anything he was saying. I stayed for a bit but decided to go home but skip the dinner party I had been invited to and go home and fix myself a good meal and rest. My husband Ron was driving home from Baltimore in a terrible snowstorm. I started watching Body of Lies and taking phone calls from my brother, my mother and my husband. At 8pm the hospital called and told me to come in…things were not good. From some tests they found out that Daddy had had a small heart attack…he was breathing hard. I should come in. I called my brother who was getting ready for a Christmas party. He said he’d go home and find a flight out the next day.

Again, we talked about how aggressively to treat Daddy’s problems. Again, it seemed like gray area that I didn’t really understand. I knew Daddy didn’t want us to use extraordinary means, but the technology is so nuanced now for assisting someone to breathe and what about antibiotics?? I decided to have a B-pap mask put on him to increase his chances of hanging around until my brother could get here the next day…I kept him on the antibiotics also…and decided Greg and I would make a joint decision when he got in…his flight was scheduled to get in by 1pm on Saturday.

I decided to stay the night, believing that my husband Ron would get in by midnight and be there with me. The traffic and the snowstorm were so bad he didn’t get in til 4am…I had slept sporadically by the time he called. I asked him to go home and get some sleep and then go pick up my mother. I went ahead and got up at 5am…drank the coffee they had on Daddy’s breakfast plate (he couldn’t eat the whole time he was there but they kept bringing his meals) and watched three episodes of Law and Order before I turned the TV off. Emily and her husband Aonghus were able to come by before work…I woke Ron up at 8am to go get my mother and Greg’s plane was delayed a bit so he didn’t get in til later in the afternoon. The B-pap machine had quieted Daddy down the evening before but on Saturday morning he was hating it. Though he was not communicating very well, it was clear he wanted it off. I had been talking to him the whole time telling him Greg was coming, so I asked him to just hold on a few more hours.

Mother sat there and held Daddy’s hand and talked to him, but we weren’t sure she realized how serious things were getting. She said she wanted to spend the night but we didn’t think she was really up to it, and it didn’t take to much to persuade her that she should go home.

When Greg got there, Greg, Ron and I met with the doctor of the day (Ronny) to discuss our options and we all agreed palliative care was what was needed. There is a palliative care team at UNC Hospitals who the doctor said could give us more information but we weren’t sure when they were available. So we decided to take of the B-pap machine and just put on an oxygen mask and to start giving Daddy morphine to make him more comfortable. It was interesting that no one ever really uses the word “die” when talking about end of life issues..but I think at one point Ronny said Daddy’s organs were failing and I think that helped me quite a bit.

At that point everything seemed serious but I couldn’t tell how imminent Daddy’s death would be. I was exhausted but thought I should stay. Greg and Ron persuaded me to go home for at least a few hours for some rest. When I told the nurse, however, she seemed concerned. I told her I lived 10 minutes away so she said she would call. Over dinner I talked about my guilt about leaving Daddy there for the evening and Greg and Ron assured me it would be ok. So, thankfully, I went home and got a few hours of solid sleep.

I got Ron up early on Sunday morning to take me in before he and Greg went to get Mother. Daddy was breathing hard but not so agitated. I told Ronny I had been expecting a call in the middle of the night and he said that they didn’t really expect him to have hung on so long. I had a few hours mostly alone with Daddy that morning and that was what I needed. I had woken up knowing what I needed to tell him and so I had time to tell him those things. I have no idea what he really understood but I’m convinced he understood at least some of it. I was very emotional and I needed the time to fall apart a bit before everyone got there. One of the doctors from the palliative care team — who was not on duty — called me that morning and talked to me about the antibiotics and asked if I had questions and was very very gentle over the phone. He told me he would come by after he went to church, but then he came by before church and listened to me talk about Daddy. He thought Daddy was working too hard to breathe and so ordered more morphine. He was there when Mother and Greg and Ron came in but then disappeared. He was truly my angel of the morning.

Mother had decided not to come in that morning so Ron and Greg had had to spend some extra time with her to get her there. Greg was worried that she didn’t really understand that Daddy was dying and wanted to make sure she knew before it happened. Around noon when it was just Mother, Greg, Daddy and myself in the room, I asked her if she knew what was happening and she started crying and said she didn’t think that she would ever talk to Daddy again. I told her I thought she probably wouldn’t but that she was with him then and she keep holding his hand and that I thought he knew she was there. She held up pretty well through the afternoon…crying hard every once in awhile and then stopping for awhile.

I wanted very much to just be experiencing what was going on with Daddy the whole time but there were also people to call and email so that it wouldn’t be a total shock and so that Mother and all of us would have some support over the next few days. My son Max missed a plane from NY in the morning, so the drama of his getting a plane and then getting him to the hospital played out through the day as well. My daughter got off work a few hours early so she was able to have a bit more time with Daddy and my mother.

The staff at the hospital was great. Over the four day period there were many many different people working with my dad and with us but the continuity was almost flawless. Even though Daddy was mostly unresponsive, they were very respective to him, talking to him throughout, telling him everything they were doing. They were kind to my family…helping us to understand what was happening.

By 5:30 that evening we noticed that Daddy was breathing the way they told us he would when he was close to death…holding his breath for 20-30 seconds and then fast exhalation….we got quiet and just stayed with him and then called the nurse when he stopped. She came in just to verify and then got the doctors and the chaplain. It was very sad, though his death was very peaceful. The whole day had been sort of surreal to me. I was there, but I was standing outside of it watching as well. It is a scene we’ve all seen on TV and in the movies, but it is not one I’ve experienced myself. My fear was that I wouldn’t feel anything….or that I would hold back so that I could take care of things that needed to be taken care of, but my fear was not realized. I did feel everything, and I was able to feel that and then continue to do what needed to be done.

Mother wanted to go back to her the assisted living facility (rather than come home with us) because that is her home. My son got there after my dad died but before they had moved his body so he was able to spend some time with him after he got there. Emily and her husband, and Max, Greg, Ron and I went back to my place to be together for a moment and eat dinner.

My father was not a religious man and I don’t know what he believed about the afterlife. I do not know what I believe exactly either. Death is the great mystery. I do believe that consciousness is not completely tied to our physical bodies, however, so that opens up a lot of possibilities. I know that he was not in good health the past few years – he had Parkinsons and other mobility problems — he was very uncomfortable a lot of the time — often in pain — and though his death saddens me and I miss him — I have missed him as his happier, healthier self for quite some time. I think how we die is important and I believe that he had a relatively peaceful death and am glad he is not suffering now.


Posted in Light on November 30, 2009 by cgeary

Hello World —

During the past month, I made a major life transition — I changed jobs. I left an organization after 24 years there…an organization for which I feel much affection and gratitude…to go do similiar, but slightly different public health research, at another organization that I have known for many years. I feel some mixed emotions about the move, but mostly I feel positive about where I have moved to and my new work. It all fell into place in a way that made me believe it was meant to be.

I mostly use this blog to talk about art and so this may seem a little out of place. Except that, my job-related travels have fed my photography. In recent years I was traveling much less and this new job will give me a chance to travel again — in Africa — where many of my favorite photographs were taken.

In fact, I am in Zambia right now as I write this post. I have always done some journaling as I travel, but have always wished I had done more to capture the incredible experiences I have had. I’m not sure how much opportunity I will have to take photographs during this short trip, but I do intend to post something every day, and if possible, to include photographs in the post.

It has been an interesting first day…back where I have been before…where things are familiar but working with different people…very nice people all working hard on our project…the weather has been fantastic…the most pleasant breeze blowing through the outdoor restaurant. I did not get out that much so I can’t report on what is going on in Lusaka quite yet..(though in the hotel health club we watched a swing dance lesson…I’ve never seen that here before). It just feels very satisfying to be here.


Heart’s Desire

Posted in Light on February 17, 2009 by cgeary

Hello World  — 

A belated Happy Valentine’s Day!

As I have been cleaning up and organizing my art room this past couple of months, I have come across a number of art projects that I have started over the past few years but never finished. These were not photography projects but various kinds of mixed media…some collage with paper, some paintings, some with cloth…sort of quilting but not quite. I’m not sure why I had put them aside, but I don’t think it was for lack of inspiration. I think it was because I thought I needed to spend more time on my “serious” art. I’ve decided, however, that I still like all these ideas that I never quite finished and for the next few months I’m going to do some finishing up and then see what I have in the end and how they might (or might not) fit together into an exhibit — in any event they will be part of what I include in the studio tour this year. These works are mostly abstract and at this point what I can say is they are ways in which I’m exploring/playing with color and form and texture. Rather than things I can totally plan out , they come from an intuitive place inside me. This deciding to follow my he(art) felt apropos for valentine’s day…a gift to myself and eventually, I hope, a gift to others. 

happy valentine's day!