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looking back at 2022…

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In 2013 I titled this blog Spark & Muse. Today I looked back at 2022 to see what provided my spark and muse.

Creatively I’m all over the place right now. I tend to create, photograph, and forget. I really want to land on a project and see it through in 2023. I think I need a deadline. That always helps me. #stickwithanyprojectin2023lisa

A few things are clearer to me now after researching me.

  1. I like to shoot flowers as they fade, they are far more compelling to me than perfection.
  2. I see that I shoot images of things that are somehow out of place.
  3. I collect and catalog my beach finds.
  4. I prefer images with negative space.
  5. Our cat Karen gets photographed a lot.
  6. I like taking photographs of fog and rainy windows.
  7. I shoot a lot of pictures when I’m eating raw oysters.
  8. I like to photograph men I meet on the beach.
  9. Color and motion are a spark to me.

Art is never finished, only abandoned. —Leonardo Da Vinci.

In May we gathered to celebrate with lots of treats the life of Renay Mandel Corren—RIP Renay. We listened to the live-streamed memorial service from a bowling alley in Fayetteville, NC. None of us knew her, but her obituary was one of my true delights of 2022. Reading it will make your day. https://www.fayobserver.com/obituaries/m0028451

Everyone has a creative impulse, and has the right to create, and should. —Patti Smith

More sparks…

I barely have words for what Jeff and I witnessed at the Newport Folk Festival in July. Surprise guests, Paul Simon and Joni Mitchell—one of the absolute privileges of my lifetime. Crying with 10,000 music lovers still gives me goosebumps.

Donna Rhea/Vermont Comedy Club

Cheers to whatever provides spark and muse to you!

PS I mean it, read Renay’s obituary, here’s the link again.

https://www.fayobserver.com/obituaries/m0028451

Because she was my mother, the death of zaftig good-time gal Renay Corren at the impossible old age of 84 is newsworthy to me, and I treat it with the same respect and reverence she had for, well, nothing. A more disrespectful, trash-reading, talking and watching woman in NC, FL or TX was not to be found.

my corona life part I…

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I’ve been thinking about how we will collectively remember this time in history. I decided to look back—photos, emails, texts, notes and more. Here’s a snapshot of my discoveries.

Now, these images show the mostly good memories of sheltering in place. I unfortunately, didn’t document my hissy fits, pity party days on the couch watching TV, dumping the remainder of the potato chip bag in my mouth over the sink, or the times I just drove away because my family was bugging the crap out of me.

I suspect many of you can both imagine and empathize.

Living—March

  1. A snow day.
  2. My rehearsal dinner dress—circa spring of 1992.
  3. Jen Wool appropriately social distancing.
  4. A multi-day March headache.
  5. Beer and trivial pursuit with the girls and Jeff.
  6. Willa visiting Joanne and Bob.
  7. Ellis stopping by for a front stoop chat.
  8. Coffee time with Karen and Jeff.
  9. Making coffee time a little fancier with my Grandmother’s china and a vintage wrap.

Unearthed—March

  1. Lucy, Willa, and Jacob at Lake Winnipesaukee.
  2. A Govoni family cookout circa summer 1998.
  3. Things I wanted to do circa 1989…I either got distracted or thought leaving 20 blank was clever.
  4. A note from my Dad sometime in the mid-90s after I had moved to Vermont.
  5. Photos of a gorgeous house Jeff and I used to house sit when we were dating.
  6. The wallet of my great uncle, that I was able to return to his family.
  7. Below, notes on my phone I found funny and insightful.