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I started this blog after moving to northern New Mexico from coastal North Carolina. Feeling the loss of my creative community, I started posting works in progress, images and writing as a way to push myself forward and connect with other writers and painters. That happened, I am grateful to say, and the blog evolved.
For eight months or so I offered original narrative images as weekly image prompt for writers. The Storybook Collaborative pages document the collaborations.
Sadly - for I have enjoyed the adventure, and meeting so many interesting, creative souls - keeping the blog has has taken a back seat to sleep, family, work obligations and the birth of our daughter. I'd like to get back to it and still hope to one day. Until such time I am delighted by your visit and hope you will leave a comment and come back for more.
Author Archives: rick mobbs
Putting back more than I take? Good Orderly Direction? Not things I’ve been thinking about. A lot of bowls would have to go. I do give back to life fairly easily. It is a tendency that seems to come naturally … Continue reading
Looking over these photos I posted elsewhere I thought they might be of interest to some of you. The photos are from a movie called “Country Justice”, filmed in Tazewell Virginia. (For a while it was known as “Coal Miner’s … Continue reading
A note, and a response. . . New comment on your post “Ann Bunting-Mock” Author : Jeanne Scheerbaum Comment: May, 2012 I just read a wonderful article by Ann Bunting-Mock in American Quilter magazine, January 2008. Just want you, whomever you are, … Continue reading
About finished with Tin Star, a pilot for a proposed Western series. If all goes well then there will be continuing gainful employment for at least some of the film community here. Lone Ranger crewing up in ABQ. Building an … Continue reading
Troy Davis, Born October 9th, 1968. Killed at the stubborn whim of the state of Georgia September 21, 2011.
Hello, my Wilmington NC, ex-creative community (Printmakers in particular!). I seem to have misplaced a very large (6 ft wheel), very heavy (burned out the clutch in my truck driving it down from Boston) and very old (120 years, plus … Continue reading
Ada at two, standing in front of a jumble of scenes pulled from a full life, just like with Glenn’s Poem I posted below. Now she’s two and a half and painting. A firecracker, born on the 4th of July. … Continue reading
Another story from Damyanti in response to the image I put up as a writing prompt for her. I never know what will spark her writing or the direction it will take, but I am always delighted to read what … Continue reading
I lifted Damyanti’s story from her blog, the Daily (w)rite : a daily ritual of writing. She wrote the story from the image I put up Feb 3rd. She spins amazing stories out of just about anything, just for exercise. … Continue reading
Two for Damyanti Ghosh, who requested image prompts. Survey her work at http://damyantiwrites.wordpress.com/ This drawing is of my niece, McKenzie Jones, when she was a teen-ager. Not so long ago… At one time I was putting up new images every thursday … Continue reading
newmexicostoryboards.wordpress.com What is it about self-promotion and competition? Everybody says it is necessary for the artist but most of us hate it. Resume and availability now up on new website. Lots of varied experience in film and TV on the … Continue reading
(A reworking of a poem I wrote in a time of rooming houses, everyday visions, clawfooted bathtubs, visiting friends, tribal ghosts and protectors and conversations with god on the Dorchester Avenue bus.) She came, she bathed, I asked, “Are you … Continue reading
What if we really couldn’t afford to take care of our elderly, infirm, sick, dying, homeless, wounded, maimed, disabled, crazy… ? What if even Defense had a budget so tight the argument over whether to pay for one B-1 Bomber … Continue reading
I hope the year proves to be really wonderful for all of us. I raise my little glass of air to you and yours. May we prosper, may we thrive, may we know meaning, love, and joy. May our paths be full … Continue reading
Moved into new studio in the Spring of 2010 and started new canvas (6′ x 20′, minor monsterpiece). (Pics should be 2 post down from this one.) That work interrupted shortly thereafter by life and work. Finished in September painting on … Continue reading
her bio, lifted from “Stop and Wander“, followed by a comment also sifted from there. amuirin- I’m a blue-skinned bellydancer from the planet Melio 5 (not to be confused with the much more infamous Melio 15, home of Whilse Cornflapper, … Continue reading
our little firecracker turned 2 on the 4th of July. I’ve been away from blogging (and painting and writing) for quite a few months. Work, family, a nest full of kids can do that. Does it to me anyway. Starting … Continue reading
Ada, our 4th of July baby. I’m returning to something I wrote after she arrived. I made it up of course. I imagine it will be a few more years before she can tell me what it was really like. … Continue reading
Friends have left notes here over the past weeks and I have either been too busy – or too idle – to respond. I’m reluctant to return to this blog. Keeping it up requires mental and emotional space I don’t … Continue reading
Catherine Nesbitt called the other day to buy a painting. It was her husband’s birthday and the painting gave Jim pleasure so she wanted him to have it. If the truth be told it wasn’t her favorite. The other painting … Continue reading
Nanda Sosa just emailed me the pictures below, which are of paintings hanging on the walls of her home in Caracas. I had forgotten them. Which means it has been too long since I visited that beautiful, amazing, troubled country … Continue reading
Done. Story on demand for Scott Card’s six day writing intensive. I left the outline in the middle of the 1st paragraph and after that I never knew where the next sentence would take me. The story shows it but … Continue reading
i wish i was there. i wish i was almost anywhere but here. most especially though, i wish i was there, where you are. these people are weird and this place is strange. the stars don’t look right, neither the … Continue reading
. . Oh, Naomio, де ви? Ти зник в самій тонкої в важнічать I was hoping for an emotionally clear space before heading out later in the week. Instead, I am frazzled to frizzled nub. And very short, too. Much … Continue reading
There was a night when the lights went out – it was only for a second, but when they came back up everything had changed. I was dripping wet from the bath, rain was coming down in buckets outside and … Continue reading
This is something I painted for Maria Fernanda Sosa, rolled up and carried to Venezuela to deliver to her. I probably owed her some money, I can’t remember now. Or maybe it was because her daughter, Fernanda Sosa, asked for … Continue reading
Now Cleo faced the nighttime she thought the urge a little strange her pencil and papers in a stack before her hoping darkness her thoughts would arrange. . She stared out of the window thought of her lover sleeping alone … Continue reading
don’t struggle against the irresistible: the answer to surviving a fall into a whirlpool. A small madness took me, and now I am back from Chicago. Four hours in a line stretching around a city block, a five minute interview … Continue reading
Returning from work taking me so many months away from this blog I have started back by rearranging the furniture here (so to speak), an old, old way of getting control over my life. I used to do it so … Continue reading
We played paintball in the mountains here, with friends from work. I sprained my ankle and broke a rib and had quarter sized bruises all over my body. I limped for a week and still hold my side when I … Continue reading
Happy 4th (now 5th) of July, everyone, and Happy Birthday, Ada Corinna Meridian Swinton. She is a fierce and funny newcomer, strong and determined. The universe is her home, and for now, we are her country. Who knows where these … Continue reading
I swam through the darkness, always upward, my eyes open, seeing ahead through the streaming dark water. On the other side, the wavering image of my father, smiling, holding my eyes as I swam to him. We both knew the … Continue reading
as I was packing to leave the motel to drive to work in Albuquerque
Anyone following battlestar galactica? I’m way behind. I’m catching up on my motel cable tonight though. I came down here to Carrizozo NM to paint a fork in the road in the desert black, with biodegrable paint. It will degrade, … Continue reading
What a treat to have this time. I’ve been living out of a suitcase in a motel while working in Albuquerque on “The Book of Eli”. My co-workers are extraordinarily gifted and easy to be with and the sets are … Continue reading
ada at six months, having a ball, belting out Auld Lang Syne, singing about the times gone by. Gone bye bye.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/04/opinion/04rich.html?em A President Forgotten but Not Gone By FRANK RICH Published: January 3, 2009 WE like our failed presidents to be Shakespearean, or at least large enough to inspire Oscar-worthy performances from magnificent tragedians like Frank Langella. So here, too, … Continue reading
Frank Rich is right, for a moment one can almost feel sorry for him. Until reflecting on the stupid, arrogant, mindless choices that have caused so much ruin, so many deaths and so much sorrow. I can’t think of anything … Continue reading
Ada will be 6 months old tomorrow. She is watching me now from her nest by my side. Here she is. She’s picked up a new interest. And this blog will be a year old.