Ed Baker and some of his muses
November 7, 2010, 9:20 a.m.
Ed’s website, Bare Bones Bonze
Well, damn it, we should be photographed with our work now and then — we and our minds and what we have done, which is, for each drop of sweat in it, play for the child in our souls. I have pictures of my parents and grandparents paused just so, in the act of reflection and drinking it in, amid vineyards and boxes of grapes, beside clotheslines billowing with bed sheet sails; of the poets and painters among us scowling beneath gray felt brims, brooding in front of upright pianos, smoking in parlors, standing by piles of fresh-split wood with axes still warm. Each in its own way shows that art is not the province of the few, but the gift of the many, a newly cracked shell, a kingdom of light without doors.
In the Forum: don’t worry about the sycamores.