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Outside and In, Inside and Out / April 17, 2026

 April 17, 2026

Outside and In, Inside and Out

i caress the pearl
placeholder i wear—endless
rain and clouds be damned,
i know luminous lunar
magnificence will return

—dotty seiter

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No Need to Knock—Come In, Come In!
3 x 4″; acrylic, ink, pencil, and collage on paper
Make Yourself at Home series
2026

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Notes about art and poem:
• “i caress” is a tanka about the coexistence of outer and inner life.
• As I worked on No Need, I had an inner dialogue going on that went something like this: “I thought I wanted to do a house series, but now I don’t think I do,” while outwardly my hands had a conversation taking place with some other part of my brain that directed the construction of several new houses.

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10 responses to “Outside and In, Inside and Out”

  1. Would love to visit ! Don’t know which house to choose. Guess there is something right about the saying that the left hand doesn’t know what the right hand is doing ! Guess you have lots of square, triangles and other geometric collage pieces: they all make houses 🏘️.

    Love the short tanka. Could have lots of interpretations, literal and subjective. The weather always changes, and a pearl is everlasting!

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    1. Carol, I want to thank you again for drawing my attention to that MOOC poetry class last June. Although I had mixed feelings about various aspects of the class at times, I was committed to doing the coursework thoughtfully and I have tapped into learnings ever since. I’m grateful!

      It is fun to imagine the interiors of these houses—I like the roof of the one in the bottom right corner, and I’d like to see the layout of the tall skinny one bottom left : )

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      1. I wasn’t the best student, think I got bogged down on the conceit poem. I may go and do it again.

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        1. Keep me posted if you do the Coursera class again. Even though it presented what to me were challenging abstractions, it also imparted a bunch of concrete information that I’ve carried forward and valued and put into practice.

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  2. Love this little poem. The joy…and the light will always return.

    I’m finding it kind of delightful that your head might have been done with the house series…but your heart and hands were not. What a wonderful and wonky little neighborhood you’ve created.

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    1. Joy and light do persist, even when temporarily out of sight!

      Thank you for celebrating the wonky little neighborhood that my heart and hands (endless rain and clouds be damned!) knew enough to create, despite my obscuring thoughts.

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  3. luminous lunar magnificance AND the hands doing other than what the mind is contemplating! What kind of outrageous magic is THIS? Love love LOVE this series. Not surprised the hands want to keep building homes… xo

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    1. I do miss seeing the moon when skies are cloud-covered but am grateful to know, as with SO many things in life, there is much that the eye cannot see but which nonetheless is extant!

      And, oh, indeed, what kind of outrageous magic when the hands are doing other than what the mind is contemplating hahaha!

      Thank you for the affirmation of this series. My wish going in is that I’d bump into something the way I bumped into my color swatches last summer and just kept going and going with such engagement each and every time. BUT that is not the way this series has played out, and I am grateful for the adventure just as it is!

      xoxo

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  4. Thank you for this joyful post, Dotty. Your explanation had me smiling.

    xoxo

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  5. Happy any time I can spread joy, Sheila. Thanks!

Directing My Attention / April 13, 2026

 April 13, 2026

Directing My Attention

firestorm and mayhem
in politics, but this too:
birdsong before dawn.

—dotty seiter

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A Nice Ordinary House, He Promised
4 x 4.25″; acryilic, ink, watercolor pencil, and collage on paper
Make Yourself at Home series
2026

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Notes about poem and art:
• “firestorm” began as a firestorm of high-speed inrushing winds of verbiage that fueled flames relentlessly until haiku firefighters came to the rescue and brought everything under control with directed attention.
• A Nice Ordinary isn’t at all what I had in mind when I headed to my studio, but a collection of old paintings and other paper scraps caught my eye, and my hands ran with what my eye spied. When I developed my Let’s Face It Together series, I experimented a bit and landed on bringing to life ‘found faces’ in old neurographic doodles. Similarly, after playing with several pieces in my Make Yourself at Home series, I seem in this piece to have landed on building houses on ‘found real estate,’ again in old work. To wit, several years ago while on vacation in the mountains of West Virginia, I tried my hand at loose scribbled and painted designs in a grid format. I didn’t fall in love with the results, but now that I’ve cut the grid into its parts I’ve directed my attention in a new way, and I see those parts in a new light, developing quite an affection for this first updated piece of the grid.

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10 responses to “Directing My Attention”

  1. Love your very concise Haiku! Birds chirping in the early morning, who could ask for more!

    Wow, you have lots to work with with that old series! Love how you placed the little houses, slight angle from one another. Breaking the frame brilliant!

    Are you following Sketchbook Revival? Day 1 there was a demo “Draw a Wobbly Fantasy House” thought of you and your new series!

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    1. Carol, thanks for your affirming comments! Landing on haiku to clarify my thoughts was such a relief! Hearing birds (and peepers) well ahead of sunrise is such a gift.

      Yes to placing my little houses at a slight angle from one another, and to breaking the frame—both decisions felt strong and clear : )

      I am following Sketchbook Revival … and I’ve already drawn a wobbly fantasy house, following along with Irene Ruby’s welcome lead.

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  2. Your haiku says it perfectly! It’s one of those both/and situations….we can live in county that is burning down….and still find some peace listening to the birds.

    I’m making myself right at home in this wild piece! I love how you reinvent old pieces and go wherever your heart takes you!

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    1. I concur, MaryAnn—both/and. We can and we do.

      Love that you’re making yourself at home in this wild piece! I am grateful to have the intuition and spunk to reinvent old pieces and go where my heart takes me : )

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  3. Haiku firefighters to the rescue! OMG! I need to see them in action in a graphic novel! 🙂 Love love love this “nice ordinary house” that perfectly captures the wonky chaos and joy of life! Woohoo! xo

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    1. You’re in charge of the graphic novel—go for it!

      Love that you see the wonky chaos and joy of life of these ordinary houses in their lively setting : )

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  4. Beuatiful how the depth and the mundane can co-exist. So we can stay grounded in the beauty that is always there.

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    1. Simone! Wow! Thank you for this expressive perception. Staying grounded in the beauty that is always there –— that so resonates with me.

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  5. POW! WOW! I love this bold graphic piece! Splotchy, spattered goodness! Happy colors, a feast for the eyes!

    It works so well with your haiku. Mayhem, and the envisioned joy of hearing morning birdsong. Wonderful! xoxo

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    1. Sheila, thank you for joining me in sussing out connections between poem and art. More often than not, each comes into being independently of the other but now that I am including both a poem and a piece of art each time I post, it has become part of my expanded creative practice to look for how the two might be talking to each other or have some unexpected relationship.