No Valentine today, and in fact my valentines are curiously un-valentinish. But I figure that artsy people like to give people they care about cool cards, even if they don't all have hearts on them. This is from a walk in the woods with my dog yesterday, with a slight nod to Andy Goldsworthy.

These valentines were completed over the Summer. Islamic tile patterns, yoga poses, and the Sanskrit symbol for Om or Aum, the universal divine sound if you buy into that sort of thing. Which I do. I'll have to change this from a weekly blog to an intermittent blog I fear. Sanskrit is so beautiful, even if you goof it up, print the stencil backwards, then reverse it. A lot of these papers are from gelatin printing and paper marbling with shaving cream. I'm itching to try more paper marbling, but it's a big set up and clean up with little kids around. Maybe I'll ask for some supplies for Christmas. I dream of going for my MFA, of having a studio in a building with other artists that's not half filled with engineering books, audio supplies, and the other equipment that comes with an audiophilic mechanical engineer who is a lovely man and partner. But cluttered.

In a way they are all small acts of devotion. Imperfect, incomplete, but the best I could do for now. Children grow.