7/21/17 Anna Walinska’s life and body of work feels adventurous because it’s so diverse. Ms. Walinska’s who would be 111 years old today, came to my attention through an announcement for an all female graffiti show currently running in New York at Pen and Brush “Graffiti Summer Vacation,” I’m not typically drawn to graffiti art […]
6/26/17 Notes to Myself: Dreams, like water droplets cling to the slippery, sharp edge like water droplets. Waiting to fall or evaporate into something else. Yet there they are so beautiful from the outside. Perfect in their form before they have begun to travel. Shall I go up close and look inside their shiny reflection? […]
6/13/17 Notes to Myself: In all the world there is a common thread of greatness. Built of atoms. We matter. The arrangements may vary and the external forms differentiated. The potential exponential if we see our common bond. It’s all there. Inside. Nothing to be created. Built of atoms. We matter.
3/30/17 Notes to Myself: Got my sketchbook out this week because I was given a free set of Charvin Water Soluable Pastel Sticks. I’m not a pastel artist but I thought I would give it whirl. It was fun and frustrating trying to navigate the colors, lines,textures etc. And then where does the water fit […]
3/14/17 Notes to Myself:I feel naked. When I step off that cliff of protection, armor and shield I am exposed. It’s scary, real and uncluttered. I liken this to standing on the platform posing, stripped of all clothing. It’s raw and beautiful. Wrapping my arms around myself. Timid to bare all. Afraid of what others […]
2/5/2017 Notes to Myself: Did you ever consider the importance of each month within the context of a year? What would happen if one even just one was missing or taken away? I can take a lot for granted in the course of a year. But that tendency in me is diminishing. In February, I […]
1/10/16 Notes to Myself: “Eternity is called whole, not because it has parts, but because it is lacking in nothing.” Thomas Aquinas My spirit is whole and complete constantly seeking to open like a rose. My humanness provides contrast, like thorns on a stem, from where I can blossom.
11/24/16 Notes to Myself: Thanksgiving Day today. I am grateful for the many blessings in my life however mixed I may feel today. If I dig deep enough I see the light. Today, I mourn the passing of a treasured friend. A champion in spirit and a woman of great faith. Diagnosed with stage 4 […]
11/7/16 Notes to Myself: Walking through life is like taking one big long hike. So often the bramble and branches obstruct my view of the light. It doesn’t mean I’m not close or that I can’t get there. Or that it’s completely out of view. It just means I have to keep walking. What nature […]
10/8/16 Notes to Myself: Found me an ocean… A plentiful palette tempting my curiosity. Can I tip toe in, to meet it’s edge? Might it change without warning – perhaps sweep me away into it’s ever changing tide never to return the same. Found me an ocean…