somethings just make sense when i read them, seeming as a natural rhythm

Ecclesiastes 3

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God.

before the first erasure but ready for it

one of four boards
3'x8'

chalkboards primed, painted and ready for chalk

four boards 3x8' each
ready for thinking, processing, and erasing

I haven't seen mama dove in awhile so dont know that eggs are viable

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feet of shadows closes end of day July 4.

feet of shadows trudge this space of absence
solo exhibition of new works by Kathy Kelley
extended through July 4


the fear was hidden behind…, remnant tires, baling wire, on stands of remnant chandelier understructures, 2009

G Gallery
301 E 11th St
Houston, TX 77008
(713) 869-4770

Another sweet spot in the Chronicle in context with John Chamberlain John Chamberlain influence is seen around town (that includes me :-) )
By DOUGLAS BRITT

Living Art interview KPFT 90.1 with Kathy Kelley, Michael Woodson, and Marcela Descalzi

Emerging artist's life has taken many turns | Fine Arts | Houston Chronicle Made the Houston Chronicle, written by DOUGLAS BRITT.

ok

letting go.

recover or repeat

cannot recover alone

Obviously the degree to which we are both
drastically varies in each soul
and varies over time

I have never met a perpetrator who became such a lone.
I have never met a victim who became such a lone
I have never met a victim who was not also a perpetrator,
even if only to oneself.
I have never met a perpetrator who was not also a victim

We, I, cannot recover alone-this is the hope Christ offers,
this i believe is one of the purposes of the cross-
solidarity for the victim AND atonement for the perpetrator
and the hope of embrace

Distillation from a quote by Jurgen Moltmann

Wind farms as far as i can see in route to Lubbuck
-Kathy

Bales of hay as far as i can see

OUCHY. Ok don't slide down a stack of cinder blocks bare legged...this rubble was not metaphorical...ouchy
-Kathy

five diet cokes and counting

it is a good time to have diet coke as my primary vice. when i resume my journey i will need to wean myself from this vice. for now though, it is a better choice then alcohol.

destroying the tower

i read chapter 10 of Wild at Heart last night. i cried while i read it because i have always been told this would never happen for me, that it was psychologically unhealthy and any semblance of it would be denied. so decades ago i agreed to that--it had a certain logic, we had been told it was just so by professionals who just "knew." i never asked for it and denied my own need for it. last year i asked for help. this year i didn't ask for it, i only asked if i was worthy of it. i cried. i wasn't answered except by an intermediary who spoke in place of the one of whom i had asked the question. i reread my writings and what is in that chapter is written all over my blog, but it was not mine to be had. it was seen as unhealthy and faithless. though i believed what i was told, i had to tear down, destroy, crush my own tower, so that i could live. i could not stay in my tower any longer it was closing in on me. and no one was coming to help me down. i decimated my tower. and now i wipe the dust from my own face and ask my girl friends to help put ointment on my wounds from the crumbling of my own tower. they do. there is no good way to crumble one's own tower while one remains inside it. there is no good way to get down without help. and i destroyed the tower of my making. but now i stand up with the help of my girl friends and the one who calls me to stand up; i pick up my mat, and walk to the spring because i need to sink into its waters and be cleansed and be reminded that i am beautiful, i am precious, so that i am prepared and have the fortitude to continue my journey. i wanted you to come help me down from my tower. i wanted you to walk by my side. i wanted you to come with me to the healing spring. i wanted you to come with me on this journey. i wanted you JK.

i hope someday i will be forgiven for destroying my own tower in which i was trapped for it's destruction crushed those who stood near; it crushed you; it crushed those whom i loved.

Exhibition extended through July 3

feet of shadows trudge this space of absence
solo exhibition of new works by Kathy Kelley
extended through July 3

G Gallery
301 E 11th St
Houston, TX 77008
(713) 869-4770

Another sweet spot in the Chronicle in context with John Chamberlain John Chamberlain influence is seen around town (that includes me :-) )
By DOUGLAS BRITT

Living Art interview KPFT 90.1 with Kathy Kelley, Michael Woodson, and Marcela Descalzi

Emerging artist's life has taken many turns | Fine Arts | Houston Chronicle Made the Houston Chronicle, written by DOUGLAS BRITT.

i stand up, pick up my mat, and walk

Words That Become Flesh

"Words are important. Without them our actions lose meaning. And without meaning we cannot live. Words can offer perspective, insight, understanding, and vision. Words can bring consolation, comfort, encouragement and hope. Words can take away fear, isolation, shame, and guilt. Words can reconcile, unite, forgive, and heal. Words can bring peace and joy, inner freedom and deep gratitude. Words, in short, can carry love on their wings. A word of love can be the greatest act of love. That is because when our words become flesh in our own lives and the lives of others, we can change the world.

Jesus is the word made flesh. In him speaking and acting were one."

These reflections are taken from Henri J.M. Nouwen's Bread for the Journey.

Growing into the Truth We Speak

"Can we only speak when we are fully living what we are saying? If all our words had to cover all our actions, we would be doomed to permanent silence! Sometimes we are called to proclaim God's love even when we are not yet fully able to live it. Does that mean we are hypocrites? Only when our own words no longer call us to conversion. Nobody completely lives up to his or her own ideals and visions. But by proclaiming our ideals and visions with great conviction and great humility, we may gradually grow into the truth we speak. As long as we know that our lives always will speak louder than our words, we can trust that our words will remain humble."

These reflections are taken from Henri J.M. Nouwen's Bread for the Journey.

Another sweet spot in the Chronicle in context with John Chamberlain

John Chamberlain influence is seen around town (that includes me :-) )
By DOUGLAS BRITT

the familiar is required when most everything else changes. for one buck, i will keep this familiar object in my life.
-Kathy

Father's Day

It is a good day.
I love my dad.
Am especially glad that he specifically is my dad.
He is a very good dad.
He listens carefully.
He cries with me.
He gives me hugs.
He listens some more.
He encourages me.
He helps me think positive thoughts.
He wants good things for me.
He worries about me.
He lets me help him as well.
He tells me things; i listen.
He is especially smart and helpful.
He takes very good care of my mom.
His love for her is obvious
by the way he treats her,
talks to her,
holds her hand,
cries for her,
manages her care,
includes her in decision making about her care.
He is not perfect,
but he loves my mom.
It is obvious.
And he loves me.
I love my dad.
And am glad to be alive.

And on this good day, I will go and see my dad.