Another Quality Morning with Pups and Art

A native is a man or creature or plant indigenous to a limited geographical area . . . A non-native awakes in the morning in a body in a bed in a room in a building on a street in a county in a state in a nation. A native awakes in the center of a little cosmos–or a big one, if his intelligence is vast–and he wears this cosmos like a robe, senses the barely perceptible shiftings, migrations, moods and machinations of its creatures, its growing green things, its earth and sky. Native intelligence is what Huck Finn had rafting the Mississippi, what Thoreau had by his pond, what Kerouac had in Desolation Lookout and lost entirely the instant he caught a whiff of any city.

David James Duncan, The River Why

Baby Paddington woke me the same way he does every morning–clawing at my shoulder at 6:58 a.m. He’s not going to go back to sleep once he starts that. Rising from bed, I gathered wood and got the fire started, French-pressed some New Mexico Piñon coffee, then sat back in an armchair beneath a throw, and immediately the two pups jumped into my lap. Paddington was the first to return to sleep, and I mused at how just twenty minutes earlier he couldn’t rest till he dragged me out of the sack. Spoiled puppy, sappy old man.

But the reading in The River Why was phenomenal, and I am still thinking over the native intelligence theme. Soon I’ll be spending long stretches of time on the open road and will no doubt continue to add to this strand of thought.

Sunlit Studio Eidolons

Yesterday was dark, bleak and wet the entire day. The studio work turned out just fine, thanks to a number of lamps. But today is much better as the sun has finally emerged to flood my windows with quality light.

Nearing the end of the Commission

I’m thinking that this commission will be completed today or tomorrow. I have had a myriad of interruptions rupturing my concentation on this for three days now, but still I have managed to take small bites out of the composition, and it is finally taking shape the way I’ve wanted it to.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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3 Responses to “Another Quality Morning with Pups and Art”

  1. sienablue Says:

    A similar morning routine here -a spoiled old tomcat, coffee, a quilt, and watching morning light seep into the woods outside my window. I enjoy the quiet morning start.


  2. Emeric Moreau Says:

    Hi, I was wondering if you are the same Dr. Tripp that taught at Martin High School? I took Art History and Philosophy from you in 1999 and 2000 respectively and you were by far my favorite teacher at Martin. I have been trying to find an email for you but have been unable to. If you are the same teacher I am thinking about could you please let me know your email?


    • davidtripp Says:

      Emeric, thank you for remembering me after 20 years! I remember you and appreciate your enthusiasm. The ’99-2000 term was one of the best of my 28 years. I retired happy in ’17. My email is Sorry I didn’t answer sooner-I’ve been on the road & mostly off the grid for 3 days. Have a wonderful holiday and be safe!


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