9.19.10

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8.10.10

The summer slips away quickly as its balmy evenings. Two of the cherry tomatoes in my garden have turned red. I shipped this painting to a woman in Atlanta last week -- I think I'm going to miss it. My fig tree had some furry little white bugs crawling over it, so I had to throw it in the dumpster. But, I'm going to make pickles from the cucumbers in the garden. Things even out in the end.

5.9.10

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4.27.10

I keep making these circular shapes but I'm not quite sure why.

A few weeks ago I went to a local greenhouse to look for plants to put in our upcoming exhibit at the museum. I can't seem to go to a greenhouse without buying something, and drove away with a fig tree. It was raining and I noticed that the leaves pressed against the windows fogged the glass, like children on a school bus. The tree is now in my living room, and has three green fruits. They are hard and are not real figs yet. I read that you can rub them with olive oil and that makes them ripen more quickly. Patience is a virtue I'm trying to exercise. Not just with my fig tree, but in general.