Very happy to announce my nomination for the Pen Short Story Prize by Midwest Review. They have been such a pleasure to work with every step of the way.
Congratulations also to Breen!
Graphite drawing of centaurs running through greek mountains.
Finalizing this Max Klinger master copy today.
Small sketch of Max Klinger’s bust of Nietzsche.
#drawing #sketchbook
I have a short story published in the new issue of Midwest Review along with some other great midwesterners. 🌞
Impossible to dig in Athens without hitting something. It all seems to have been buried alive.
“By feeling oneself enshrouded in papers that speak, I mean drawings, sketches, memories…one may enjoy oneself completely.” Eugène Delacroix in his journal
Flowers and reeds in the foreground with purple mountains in the background and a lake between them. Everything is colored pink and purple by the colorful sunset. The sky is a gradient from a dusty purple to a warm peachy yellow.
Rubble and some reconstructed buildings during sunrise. The dry stone houses are colored yellow by the emerging sun. A flowering vine is overgrown, covering the side of one of the abandoned buildings.
Some of the results of days of dusting some film. The flowers were from an evening in Ioannina on the lake and the buildings which were actively crumbling and being rebuilt were in Monemvasia. A sun setting and a sun rising on two very different places.
#photography #greece #film
Drawing of a luminous event associated with the 1911 Ebingen, Germany earthquake.
15th century Greek manuscript that includes a curse: whoever touches or steals his manuscript should get a rotten hand. Even includes a drawn example of what their rotting arm would look like.
Sun rising over the mountains of Corinth. Light is just starting to reach the plains. The sky is yellow and purple and the rows of olive groves are starting to glow.
Finally getting around to dusting and editing some negatives from 2024. Here's one of my favorites from Corinth.
#photography #landscape
Small cat on a rooftop in Monemvasia, Greece. Tree branches hang above and a rock wall behind with a small view to the ocean on the left. The cat looks at the camera.
I can finally start editing some film from this summer. This fella’ was running along rooftops in Monemvasia.
Love these little maps, drawings, doodles, etc. that Calvino would make for his stories.
Really need to stop writing all of my notes on random bits of paper from my pocket and napkins. This is how my thoughts accidentally end up in the bin.
Photo of me in Amorgos by my husband. ❤️
The bitter oranges are becoming ripe on the trees in the city again, which means that when the street-cleaning truck comes by and crushes the fallen, the air will smell like fruit.
I finished my first manuscript last year, decided it was wrong, and then finally got around to starting from scratch. I had the bright idea to write it out by hand this time to get far away from the original and I just finished transcribing the first 60+ pages. I do not recommend this method. :’-)
Some moments from this summer
Photograph of a field of red poppy flowers in Turkey. A telephone pole cuts across the image in the left hand corner and a house's tall fence of bushes obscure the right-hand corner, rising far above the poppy field.
It's been dreary in Athens this week, so I'm happy to revisit this photo of a poppy field in the Turkish countryside. I have this little point-and-shoot camera that I think many people don't take seriously, but I sincerely love the painterly quality of its resolution.
#photography
Italo Calvino showed me that books could be piercing without being tragic.
It makes that nice, goopy, crispy alien thing in the pan when you let the remnants sit for a bit.
#literaryfiction
Excited to announce that I will be publishing for the first time, a short story with Midwest Review this coming February/March!
More details in the future. :-)
A church bell below a cross with mountains in the background.
A church in the Chora on Serifos. Going through photos always reminds me that it's always worth it to force myself to get up early. Mornings are reserved almost exclusively for my husband, me, and the local cats, because everyone sleeps in.
#photography
Starter pack for #literaryfiction writers to find each other! Comment/repost and I'll add you go.bsky.app/ARue8c8
#literaryfiction #WritingCommunity #Writers #Authors 💙📚
Would love to be added if it’s not already full. Thanks for putting this together!
Flipping through an old sketchbook. One of my favorite plaster casts to work from.
#art #drawing
Paintings wrapped in bubble on the wall at the Capitoline Museum. Through plastic, the images all became something else entirely. Remarkably soft. Shades of brown were turned purple in the reflective surface of the paintings' new covers.
#photography
Diogenes Laertius I.103-105, Biography of Anacharsis
Of the 95 lines Diogenes Laertius' doxography of Anacharsis, 7-8 are dedicated to his fear of the sea. The first reads: "Learning that the thickness of a ship was equivalent to four fingers, he said that those sailing were [only] this far away from death."
At the end of a very long and ancient walk between Delphi and the port town of Kirra. We walked all day through the olive groves and reached Kirra at sunset.
#photography
