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The Esoteric: How art is born
This entry marks the birth of a new artwork, a new wig in a delicate set of sculptures I first exhibited a year ago. It came to me almost...

Laurie A Pearsall
Feb 28, 20236 min read


If I do nothing else today, I promise to ...
Dear reader, it's been nearly one and a half years since my last blog post. Confession: I have been hoarding words all this time. And...

Laurie A Pearsall
Feb 4, 20232 min read


Unleaving
"Gee, I think I like yours better!" The childish student in me still warms to see the comment written in my creative writing teacher's...

Laurie A Pearsall
May 4, 20213 min read


Jerry-Rigged
I haven't blogged in weeks and I feel sour with myself for missing my personal goal. I work well with structure and deadlines, it keeps...

Laurie A Pearsall
Mar 21, 20219 min read


A Beetle on its Back
During the final few months before becoming a member of the graduating class of 1988 of my New England high school, I had a string of...

Laurie A Pearsall
Feb 24, 202113 min read


Partner in Crime
It is only around the corner, but we are nervous just the same. I usually don’t involve him in my trash-picking, but I need the car and a...

Laurie A Pearsall
Feb 13, 20214 min read


Resident Preener
If you have seen monkeys preen and pick nits out of each other's fur, you will know that they sporadically look up at a jolt and dart...

Laurie A Pearsall
Feb 6, 20219 min read


Puberty Portrait
This past weekend I spotted a familiar object on my mother-in-law's bookshelf. The acrylic cube picture frame was just like one my mother...

Laurie A Pearsall
Jan 30, 20215 min read


The Edge of Ebb
This is what I've got today. No matter the innumerable times this has happened, I cannot wrap my head around how quickly my state of mind...

Laurie A Pearsall
Jan 20, 20213 min read


Sing Your Name
My name is Yellow. Sing your name, child Sing your name the way your mother did when she chose it, full of hopes and dreams and wonder at...

Laurie A Pearsall
Jan 12, 20211 min read


The Bed Web
My brother Ross was my resident playmate and tormentor. We are a little over a year apart and were confused for twins many times as...

Laurie A Pearsall
Jan 5, 20216 min read


The Rainbow Connection
An excerpt ... I used to think of the spinal column as a toy xylophone, a rainbow of ascending notes, synonymous with the feeling of...

Laurie A Pearsall
Jan 3, 20214 min read


The Big Three
At the end of a final gluttonous Chinese food feed, which also marked the end of the last visit I had with my father in 2018, my best...

Laurie A Pearsall
Dec 31, 20203 min read


Why not now?
It all went according to plan, until a few days after the second celebration when I crumbled like a brittle wafer - actually the effect was

Laurie A Pearsall
Apr 14, 20203 min read
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