Author: Isa Catto

#nofilter

#Nofilter is as pervasive a hash as any. It makes sense in these times of alternative facts, baffling headlines and gaslighting — we want truth back, whatever it may be, since we have to navigate a world of shape shifters like never before. But every artist knows that filters are automatic to any process or narrative, any picture and any composition that we float out there. “No filter” is a fabrication, to say the least.  Here’s a creative rummage post from the road….

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Conspicuous Consumption

This year I want to create more, and consume less. I am a somewhat reformed magpie in terms of material stuff, but I want to address other kinds of consumption — my constant nose diving into the national news for instance. It’s an addiction that is chomping into my creative life as I scramble to look at the news each morning.  My husband is a writer, and pulled me out of this self sabotage by sharing a snippet from a recent interview.

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Taking Up Residents

For several years my husband and I have hosted a writer’s residency from May to October/November for established writers on our property called Aspen Words Catch and Release…

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Artist Statement for the Art Base show

My sister Heather was, among many things, a disciplined thinker and a writer.  She was a poet, and a good one, which is no mean feat. Painters can take a few shortcuts every now and then and get away with it. Not so with poets– there is no smudging involved with a good poem. We…

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Abstract Notion, abstract nation

Our nation is, without question, an angry and divided one. This state of affairs scares me as mother, and as an American, but I am coping by thinking a great deal about rage –how to diffuse it in my own life, and in my broader community. But sometimes you stumble onto it like a landmine,…

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One Thousand

One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs,Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”  Khaled Hosseini  I have broken through to the other side and have a thousand followers on Instagram.  It seems like a pyrrhic achievement. What’s the big deal? It’s not the affirmation that people might think I’m cool,…

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Soul Sister

You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s…

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Flower Stalker

Rocky Mountain Penstemon I am a wildflower stalker, albeit a haphazard one.  My dedication falters when learning proper nomenclature.  My mother started me on this path when I was a child. We hiked in the same hills where I now live –the Colorado Rockies —  and before each hike she would load the nylon hunter orange…

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Beast of Burden

“They are all beasts of burden in a sense, ‘ Thoreau once remarked of animals, ‘made to carry some portion of our thoughts.’ Animals are the old language of the imagination; one of the ten thousand tragedies of their disappearance would be a silencing of this speech.”  Rebecca Solnit I have decided to join the…

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Hat Lady

In a hat in the cyclades.  I was eleven. I have different hats; I’m a mother, I’m a woman, I’m a human being, I’m an artist and hopefully I’m an advocate. All of those plates are things I spin all the time.       Annie Lennox I have always loved hats. Years ago I…

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