For my current projects, progress, thoughts and expressions. Echoes
This is where I leave traces—images I’ve made, thoughts I’m working through, and glimpses of where I’m at right now. It’s not polished or planned, just a space to catch the echoes of my creative life as they come. This space holds digital images, passing ideas, and personal reflections—echoes of a creative life in motion. A perfect mix of visuals and words, quotes and reflections.
I am planning next year, working closer to hip replacement surgery.
I didn’t know this when I picked this word for my ‘field notes’. Echo, in Greek mythology, a mountain nymph, or oread. Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Book III, relates that Echo offended the goddess Hera by keeping her in conversation, thus preventing her from spying on one of Zeus’ amours. To punish Echo, Hera deprived her of speech, except for the ability to repeat the last words of another. Echo’s hopeless love for Narcissus, who fell in love with his own image, made her fade away until all that was left of her was her voice.
