Tuesday is the day I regularly post. So today, here I am.

I showed up. And I have nothing to say. What I do have is work to do. Work that I am eager to connect to, & move forward on.  And I do have a blog-bone I'm chewing on... a thought bubble, brain static, but not a real word in sight.

Digestion: I will digest all the varied components that ping pong inside my head as I work and live. Then be back with a post.

Sometimes the only way to move through an art moment, which could mean hours, days, or more, is in action. At other times; contemplation.

I am thinking & working with idioms and what they look like, mean & suggest.  There's deep metaphor on many levels. Are Idioms the paradigm of what we do to each other?

id·i·om

   [id-ee-uhm]  

noun

1.

an expression whose meaning is not predictable from the usual meanings of its constituent elements, as kick the bucket  or hang one's head,  or from the general grammatical rules of a language, as the table round  for the round table,  and that is not a constituent of a larger expression of like characteristics.

2.

a language, dialect, or style of speaking peculiar to a people.

3.

a construction or expression of one language whose parts correspond to elements in another language but whose total structure or meaning is not matched in the same way in the second language.

4.

the peculiar character or genius of a language.

5.

a distinct style or character, in music, art, etc.: the idiom of Bach.