Say “I” loud, often.
Tweet your heart out.  Becoming
“alternate”.  Facts?  Sad.

“…the Trump administration is the first to explicitly claim the ability and right to replace facts with something more convenient that has no basis in reality.”
–Erik Sherman, Forbes

Today NYC





“This is what Democracy looks like.”



Drawing brains


We are set up with Montclair Radiology to get reports and images of different scans. This one of a brain I found kind of fascinating. For some reason I didn’t realize that the spinal column originates in the brain. Duh.

All the scans are pretty interesting but the brain is the best by far. Here’s how the computer screen appears. You can zoom in on an image and then click through to see different views. It’s pretty cool. 

Mother and Daughter


One of the first drawings I remember doing was something like this. It was the first thing I ever sold to a friend of my mother’s; this lady was very supportive of my art and it thrilled me to sell something. I wish I still had that piece. It was white paper with the geometric shapes drawn in black. 

I really enjoy drawing at work on the Strathmore black paper. The paper takes colored pencil really well and the white pencil is almost down to a nub. 

we are the mirrors


A storm of silence.
Triggered absence reflected
backwards.  Mirrored shield.

Flash of color. Using stand
to stop.  Opening the view.

“Artists, we live on the periphery. But we are the mirrors.”
–Cannupa Hanska Luger


Tanka for Colleen’s Weekly Challenge, which also included the photo, above.  I used both Colleen’s words, and those from the Secret Keeper’s prompt this week.

“You are only borrowing this place from children you will never meet. And the only reason you have an opportunity to do that is because elders took care of it for you.”
–Cannupa Hanska Luger

My art and words were inspired by this article about the #J20 Art Strike which referred me to  this article about Cannupa Hanska Luger, an artist at Standing Rock, and his mirror shields.


“He explained that his experience there [at Standing Rock] was helping him understand the idea of silence, because the police who provoked the water protectors knew what to do with chants and slogans, but prayers, which were often silent, confused them. “They don’t know how to respond to silence,” he told me.
–Hrag Vartanian, talking to Raven Chacon

“Silence is a source of great strength.”
–Lao Tzu

1969, poem by Kerfe Roig (ME, AT 17 Poetry and Prose Series)

My thoughts about my 17th year…
(yes, I’m still humming the songs from “Hair”)

Silver Birch Press

by Kerfe Roig

My only thought what
I was not. Uninvited.
Unrequited. But

Beautiful feeling
The Age of Aquarius
New day is coming

These new voices gave
more choices: one of many
singing harmony.

What am I to do?
Time to sit down and wonder
Better get ready

With guitar and Hair
going where an opening
mind left fear behind.

“Crimson and Clover,” “Aquarius,” “Crystal Blue Persuasion,” “Going in Circles,” and “Too Busy Thinking About My Baby.”

IMAGE: Psychedelic self-portrait by Kerfe Roig.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: At 17, I was lost, a bundle of insecurities. The music of that tumultuous year, 1969, helped me to find a place to belong both with my peers and in the world, while at the same time opening my thinking to new possibilities.

roig_portraitABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Kerfe Roig
enjoys transforming words and images…

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Birdy Boy


My eight year old chocolate lab/German shorthair mix. He started going grey (or maybe it’s ticking) when he was two. Now he is almost completely white. 



cygnus-collage-s2crossing north
on the road of souls
healing moon
reflects a
golden swan dreaming music
in between the stars

Many Native American tribes consider the Milky Way to be the pathway where souls travel to the spirit world.  The Northern Cross, part of the constellation Cygnus, points towards the Milky Way.

swan river

Sue Vincent’s luminous and mysterious photo prompt this week gave me another reason to consider the stars.

Swans are symbols of transformation.  They have been seen as forms of souls, messengers between worlds that accompany souls on their journey, or even shape-shifted angels.  “Swan song” is not just a random expression–it comes from the belief that swans sing a beautiful song whenever someone dies.


Kerfe’s Snowflake


Drawing/goofing off at work and doing an interpretation of Kerfe’s snowflake from the other day. 

Here’s Kerfe’s snowflake. I think she did this by folding paper in eighths and cutting the notches, then painting it. Anyway, it was fun to try to copy it in colored pencils. Hope she likes it.