Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! I have had a wonderful Thanksgiving weekend and have much to be thankful for in my life. Process aside for a week…
So to the misgivings. Artistic practice has its ups and downs. One of the areas I always wrestle with is publicity and marketing. Currently I am having misgivings about my use of Instagram. I had a bad day on this… Wrote a not very good blog entry. Deleted it… Stick with me. I don’t enjoy this element of my practice, I know I am not the only professional who doesn’t. I will return to the theme of authenticity and self seeking publicity in the future with a more level head. Thanks
In parting:
The W.H.Auden poem I shared on Instagram earlier this week.
Miranda
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.Up jumped the Black Man behind the elder tree,
Turned a somersault and ran away waving;
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.The Witch gave a squawk; her venomous body
Melted into light as water leaves a spring,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.At his crossroads, too, the Ancient prayed for me,
Down his wasted cheeks tears of joy were running:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely.
He kissed me awake, and no one was sorry;
The sun shone on sails, eyes, pebbles, anything,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
So to remember our changing garden, we
Are linked as children in a circle dancing:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
And the high, green hill sits always by the sea.
Kate Barton 
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