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July 2010

A Musical Weekend

Seth Lakeman and his band are playing at Chagstock tonight (a music festival held in a cow pasture in the hills just outside our village), along with a bunch of other good folks, including the Oyster Band, whom I haven't seen live in years. This is my version of heaven. Rainy, muddy Dartmoor heaven, but heaven nonetheless.

The Bad Shepherds headlined last night, and were lots of fun (classic punk anthems played on folk instruments), but the highpoint of the evening for me was a jazz/folk duo from Bournemouth who play under the name Tinderbox. (Note to self: Pick up their new CD.)

Tomorrow, Howard's band, Nosey Crows, plays at Moreton Music Day, as does Susie Yorke's a capella group, The Wild Violets. Perhaps we'll see some of you local folks there?


Big Painting Sale

   Sad Child

I'm trying to raise money for a family member in financial distress (due to medical costs and related complications) and I'm having a big half-price sale of paintings like the one above. Take a look at the paintings in my Etsy shop, and if you would like to buy any of them at half the price they are listed for on the Etsy page, write to me care of the Endicott Studio (endicottstudio [@]]. (I'm also open to offers . . . .) Please spread the word to anyone who might be interested. Thanks, dear friends and readers.

God, how I hate the U.S. medical system. It truly makes me grateful to be living in England, where it's not perfect, but so much better.

As of today there are five paintings left. . . .

Rummaging through old sketchbooks (37)


"An essential portion of any artist's labor is not creation so much as invocation. Pat of the work cannot be made, it must be received; and we cannot have this gift except, perhaps, by supplication, by courting, by creating within ourselves that "begging bowl" to which the gift is drawn. Remember Meister Eckhart: 'It were a very grave defect in God if, finding thee so empty and so bare, he wrought no excellent work in thee nor primed thee with glorious gifts.' "   -- Lewis Hyde (from The Gift: Creativity and the Artist in the Modern World)

There's a very nice post over on Midori's blog right now, by the way: Childhood's Wounds.