Alan Powell: Corona Diaries#13 A Walk in the Garden
There are three narratives that happen when you take. a walk in nature. The first is what you see. The second narrative is what you hear. The third narrative is the dialogue in your head as you pass through the trees and smell the air. This is the thirteeth...
Alan Powell: Corona Diaries #14 – Goodbye to my Seniors
Every tear spring comes and i am exhausted and sad. Losing my seniors is like being left at the alter. Heartbroken and lonely I pack my bags, clean up my office, and head into the woods to hike and make art. My mentor and teacher from RISD told me that his best dyas...
Alan Powell: ZOOM MEETING ZERO
My only verbal contact with the outside world is through the window of electronic media. I long for the tactile experience of touch and facial reactions. We hurry through our business. I try to find that place where the media/ medium only sees itself. We become echos...
Powell: Corona Diaries #11: Making Compost
The mundane and the healthy. I have been making Compost for over 45 years. When I was twenty years old i worked on Scott and Helen Nearings farm in Maine. Day after day i would build these 4ft by 4 ft X 4ft piles with logs, sheep manure and seaweed. A pile would...
Alan Powell Corona Diaries #10: Dog Heaven
Wasn't expecting to include this. Diane, my partner is a "Pre K Counts " preschool teacher. David, her student, lost his dog last week. This is the underside of the Pandemic. We must mourn for our losses electronically. The amount time needed yesterday to make the...
Alan Powell Corona Diaries #9-Bike Ride
Coming to understand that this is a diary... just my life in isolation. Mundane but everyday pushing out in my small space to keep exploring the world. No fancy sounds or special effects. Just my breath, my body pumping up a hill and traffic whizzing by. Spring is...