Colored dirt and other things is a place for musing about how I spend my day–messing up fabric smudging colored dirt with sticks with hairs.  Profound stuff, except when it isn’t.

What better way to spend my day?  Well, maybe messing around in boats or dancing come in close.

A scattering of musings, a scattering of other things.

A friend once told me we could make art with pig shit if that’s all we had.  It makes a mark.  Stains real good.

Jolts per inch—the way to judge your painting.

It’s hard to pin me down–I’m fiddle footed, or at least fiddle brushed.  I’m not a straight line.  My art meanders but I get there all along.