Expectant {3/6}

Expectant {2/6}

Expectant {1/6}

The first of six "expectant" drawings.
All drawings done in Black Walnut ink on Rives BFK.

Hilary Williams

It is thrilling to meet someone like Hilary Williams.

I felt especially grateful when I met her three years ago in a bar downtown. I'd been praying, "Lord, send me some awesome women. I need Amazonian intelligence and creativity, wisdom and generosity. Please."

Lo and behold, She delivered Hilary Williams, a talented and thoughtful graphic designer, enthusiastic outdoors-woman, and generous soul. I and many others in Knoxville are the better for knowing her and her work.

For this reason, I'm sorry to see her leave Knoxville, but am glad to know that she will be out in the world, doing good things, meeting and affecting others in the way she has me.

You may have encountered Hilary selling her hand-printed and sewn bags on Market Square last year. Or you may have seen her excellent thesis show on local food at the Downtown Gallery. If you missed the show, you can read about it here: A Fork In the Road. You can see Hilary's Atitu bags here.

Hilary's gift for making information attractive and accessible will serve her well teaching at Drake University. I wish her the best and look forward to seeing her future work.

Below: A young eater visits Hilary's interactive table at "A Fork In the Road". See more images from that show here.

Mar-wahg

The manfriend y yo got married recently at the Knoxville Botanical Gardens and Arboretum. It was real nice, and the only day that week that it didn't rain. I credit my mother and the tribe of Episcopalian women she rallied to petition the Lord on our behalf.

Now to return to our normal lives: pay bills, buy groceries, move my studio, finish the Bonnaroo banner, and try to stay cool.

Bonnaroo, which wrapped up six days before the wedding, was something else. I'm glad to have seen it, but I don't think I'll need to go back for a while. You can see photos of our bamboo installation and trade project here.

Last day haiku

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Unwashed masses walk.
I breathe in the dust and crud:
Wake early coughing.




Flee to the mountains:
Solitude, showers, birds, and
Waffle House breakfast.




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Bannaroo haiku

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Sun rises early
As do our chatty neighbors.
Oh, bacon and eggs.


Blazing sun bears down.
We limp toward the creek's sweet shade.
Returning renewed.


Bamboo walls go up.
Young volunteers come to help.
This is youth city.


More perhaps when the festival starts. Our neighbors talk a lot about breakfast, blessings, and the body, but I suppse they had to listen to our late night chatter. People living in close quarters learn much about each other.