Merry Christmas
L, J, Big Toe, and the entire Inkstain staff which you the happiest of holidays.
Archive of posts filed under the family category.
“a vessel for meaning”
My kid, Nora Reed, penned an insightful thread yesterday about the nature of the their work – they run a jewelry shop, still not too late* for holiday gift giving! – and the nature of craft and art: a thing i think about a lot when figuring out both packaging for the business and the …
the promise of art supply stores
I tagged along Friday with my glass artist kiddo Nora on a trip to Bullseye Glass, an art supply store in Santa Fe. Nora makes stuff out of glass for their jewelry business, and needed to stock up. After a busy week, I needed to not work, and have fun instead. We went to our …
Rothko at the LA County
A friend visiting New York, knowing of my fascination with Mark Rothko, texted me a picture of one of his paintings (in MOMA or someplace?). This led to a conversation with my wife, Lissa, who reminded me that she and I, years before we knew one another, had both been to see the 1979 retrospective …
Blooming Hedgehog
Lissa has been nurturing this hedgehog cactus since we brought it back from Tucson a couple of years ago, wondering if it would survive our Albuquerque winters. This morning, it started putting on a show.
A note on some trees in the Rio Grande bosque
Lissa and I ended a bosque walk yesterday lingering on the bench from which the photo above was taken, talking about aesthetic vision. Her art has long focused on textures and patterns, and we stopped again and again so she could take pictures of leaves – not individual leaves, but leaves in community, golden on …
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Dad’s hammer
Trying to remove a gizmo from my bike yesterday that was stuck because of a stripped hex bolt, I had occasion to root around L’s tools for a hammer, something small and precise that I could use to carefully tap the gizmo loose. I remember this hammer from my childhood. It was Dad’s. Lissa reminded …
Boulder and the roots of privilege
BOULDER – I spent a few nights last week in a $200-plus a night hotel in Boulder, Colorado, that someone else paid for. It was bigger than the first apartment Lissa and I lived together in. That’s privilege, I guess? There was some Colorado River stuff going on in Boulder – huge thanks to the …
Together Again
My sister, Lisa, and I had an amusing exchange this morning as we drove home from the funeral home with Mom’s ashes. She was pretty sure I had Dad’s ashes at my house, but I had no memory of where we’d stashed them. That’s the way it has ever been between us – she’s the …
The Pandemic and the Magic Masking Tape
Some time around the middle of March, 2020, I found the above sign in a quick clip art search, printed it, and stuck it up with a piece of yellow masking tape on the door of my office at home before our first Zoom class. Or maybe my first Zoom lecture recording, I don’t remember …
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