by Thordis Simonsen | Jun 25, 2012
“So I was sittin on top of the world just laughing with my feet hangin down….” This line from my first book, You May Plow Here: The Narrative of Sara Brooks (Norton, 1986), began cycling through my mind when I drove over Independence Pass on my way home from...
by Thordis Simonsen | May 28, 2012
I am back at home in Denver after two weeks in Greece. I am listening to a CD I purchased on my way out of Athens: Oh! My Sweet Air by Stamatis Spanoudakis. I listened to a cassette recording of these synthesized liturgical instrumental songs every night as I fell to...
by Thordis Simonsen | Aug 20, 2011
In 1984 when I was 40, I purchased a house in a village in Greece. It was a roofless dwelling used only to stable sheep. I did not ask myself whether I could restore the house; I simply knew I wanted to and would. Repairing the walls stone by stone with my own hands,...
by Thordis Simonsen | Aug 7, 2011
This is the window I unconsciously represented in my painting #114, which I published in the 4 July 2011 post. It belongs to the “sheep corral” I purchased in the Greek village, Elika, in 1984. The purchase was motivated by an inexplicable urge to have a...
