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Small Tree, Lake Harriet
Small Trees, Lake Harriet

I happened upon this group of small trees on a gray day in spring near the shore of Lake Harriet in Minneapolis. They’re not dramatic as you pass by, but they have great color, shapes, and angles. This is a reduction woodblock print, about 8.5″ square.

Woodblock print – Oaks in Summer II

Color woodblock print - Oaks in Summer II
Oaks in Summer II

The golden hills in the golden state of California are the inspiration for this woodblock print. The hills often don’t seem to be very big, but they make the giant oaks look tiny.

Horse-drawn carriage, Central Park

Some warmth during a cold Central Park winter a few years ago.

Rocks and Pines – woodblock print

Woodblock Print - Rocks and Pines
Rocks and Pines

This is a scene from Garden of the Gods in Colorado. Having spent a lot of time in Colorado, I was inspired to make this print after seeing a painting of the scene by Swedish-born artist, Birger Sandzen, who painted throughout the American West in the early part of the 20th century.

Sandzen is known for his imaginatively colorful impressionistic style and his paintings have become widely sought-after. One of my very favorite painters of the West. This print is 4.375″ x 6.25″, from an edition of 12.

The Song of Forgetting

One month ago, on January 6th, 2016, my Aunt Marjorie died. She’d lived in a nursing home near me, and died from dementia, among other things.

For all her memory problems, she remembered me to the very end. Whenever I visited, almost before I was all the way through her door she would cry out, “oh, Jim!” with a dramatic exclamation of relief.

But often she had a hard time remembering where she lived, and what she was doing in that unknown place. Sometimes she was aware, other times she was lost, needing to be reminded of her circumstances over and over again.

Aunt Marj never married and had no children. At the end, I was her main family contact and handled her financial and legal arrangements. A few hours after she died, I collected the possessions remaining in the small room that she’d shared with another elderly woman at the nursing home. It turned out that everything she had left in the world fit into one medium-sized cardboard box.

Gathering and removing those final few belongings left me sobered and sad. I filled the cardboard box with her hodgepodge items, including a large-print bible, two or three old address books, several hairbrushes, and Christmas cards that had been opened and read to her in her final weeks. But I stood looking at one piece of paper longer than anything else.

A year or two earlier, a nurse had thought to write on that piece of paper something to remind Marjorie and to help ease her anxiety whenever she forgot where she lived. I’d seen the paper on top of her bedside table for many months, but not in the past year or so, and then I’d forgotten all about it. While emptying one of her drawers that day, I saw the large letters again: “I live here. Room 121.”

Note for Aunt Marj

Sad and poignant feelings came back, and more. Those few words, along with the cardboard box containing every earthly possession, starkly highlighted the gigantic losses that can happen in a life. From vital, fully involved, well-traveled days, to Room 121.

Maybe the words carried an unintended meaning too; try to remember actually to live your life, wherever you live. I can forget.

There’s an inevitable sorrow and sense of mystery that haunt after almost any death. Now they seemed to double. I wondered about how, after 90-plus years, my aunt had died within just months of the passing of her only sister—my mother. But in those dark months, because of her illness, Aunt Marj seemed unaware of her sister’s absence, and had stopped speaking of her almost completely.

Marjorie’s middle name was Mildred, named after her aunt—Marjorie’s mother’s beautiful and otherwise healthy younger sister, Mildred— who died during the deadly Spanish flu epidemic of 1918, at the age of 14. My grandmother said that her mother was never the same after losing her young daughter.

The people of Spain were known to have a different name for that flu, calling it the Naples Soldier, which was the name of the most popular song in an operetta that premiered in Madrid during the epidemic; the librettist claimed that the song was as catchy as the flu. The name of the operetta was, The Song of Forgetting.

All the Islands CD cover art

Cover art for All the Islands CD
Cover art for All the Islands CD

I recently finished this woodblock print for the cover of the debut album of the Minneapolis folk band, All the Islands. The album itself is titled Modern Man, and will be released later this month.

The print is a reduction print cut from Japanese Shina wood and is 5.5″ square. Hand printed on Mingeishi Natural paper.

Two Trees, Central Park

Woodblock Print - Two Trees Central Park
Two Trees, Central Park

Small reduction woodblock print of a view of Central Park in late fall.

Small Bay

Small Bay - Woodblock print
Small Bay

Small one-block print with watercolor.