What happens when we close our eyes and follow our brains wherever they may take us? For this so-far-untitled book, I let my mind wander from the inside of my eyelids, to my childhood farm, and to the sky above. … Continue reading a piece of my mind…
We all have secret selves — things we like, and things we don’t. I started this project, “Divine Layers,” thinking about things I *don’t* really like about myself. But, as I continued to work, and as the shapes and images … Continue reading divine layers…
Like a cicada, lightning bugs are long and sleek and crunchy. Unlike cicadas, this one is made of paper and contains a haiku and a hand drawn map of my childhood farm… Continue reading not a cicada…
I’ve made a number of “face books” now, some of real people, some pretend. One of a grumpy gross guy I’d prefer never crossed my path… It’s fun to try to figure out new ways of opening them, making them … Continue reading face lift…
Early in the year, I happened upon what turned out to be the first outing of “Multitudes,” a project through which artists received a random object — in this case, a Rolodex — and interpreted it with words and colors … Continue reading un-contained bookiness…
This week marks the end of a terrific Baltimore reading/arts series called Amplified Cactus. Organized by an absolutely dreamy-cool group of Bmore writers, the salon-style event has brought artists, writers, and musicians together to respond to a slate of wild and wonderful prompts. Continue reading “cacti, amplified…”
As I’ve mentioned a million times here, I am a slow maker of books. In moments when I finally finish things, I am reminded of why this pace is not an unfortunate thing, not something to be ashamed of. No, … Continue reading lung book, part two…
I’ve mentioned before how terrific Baltimore is for artists and writers. It seems like opportunities come fast and furious here, and it’s often just as much about connecting people as it is about the work itself. The last few weeks, … Continue reading pop-up portrait of paola…
Sometimes a project comes along that’s too cool to pass up, even when you think you’ll probably have to build a time machine to finish on time. In this case, it was an art show benefit for Baltimore poetry group … Continue reading but all she believes in…
I’m a deadline person. I love/need them, especially when art is concerned (second only to that other all-powerful motivator, guilt). Lately, though, I’ve surrendered to the idea that being a little behind is not only an inescapable fact, but an … Continue reading falling behind, catching up…
Jenny O'Grady 