There is nothing

Doubting.

Dear Thomas,

Here's the thing about doubt- it's creeping like a shadow all around the place, and if you let it touch you, if you let it fall on your ideas, on your skin, you are halted, stopped, going no where, becalmed.

The thing is to do something, anything.

Today, I am going to my making place, to combine little bits into some things that will go all together in an exhibit 9 months from now.  I am hoping to have loads of oddments, all pinned to the walls.  My mantra for this project:  More than this, there is nothing.  Sometimes, it feels even less than nothing, and that can be a bit worrisome.  But, mostly it seems like a very appropriate response to everything.  Which might be circular reasoning, if you are still with me.

More Than This is our song for the day, and there is another More Than This for you, as well as chords for you to strum while you sing it and believe it, because it is as true as anything yet.

Litote Tart

 

 

 

 

Dear Bakerman and Bakerwoman,

It's a beautiful world, filled with marvels, and this mushroom, fennel, and scallion tart is one of them.  I believe this is the Dodo's first savory recipe-  it isn't that we only subsist on sugar here at the Dodo, it's more that I only want to send you the sweetest things.  I have had the recipe, torn from the magazine, for years, just waiting for the right time and place to make and serve it:  A small group of aesthetes on a late summer afternoon, looking at etchings, and sipping cocktails. 

Find Martha's recipe for it here, and explore what it might mean to invite someone to sit beside you on the divan and look at prints here.

Oh, yes, and while you sit there, on the chesterfield, shoulder to shoulder, play this.  Or this cover, or this one.