A Daughter’s Loss on June 30

6/30/20 June 30 is a tough day for me and has been ever since the sudden death of my mother when I was 24. This picture came to mind. It’s one I keep out and felt led to insert as part of this post. It’s a memory of us. She must have been about 24 […]

The Shaped Canvas – Elizabeth Murray

1/24/18 Grafitti Art, Pop Art? What is it? Elizabeth Murray is recorded as being part of the Neo-expressionist period. I’m not sure I totally agree with that as she seems to me a little less easy to define. Murray, set out to become an illustrator in the late 50’s. Her mother had wanted to be […]

Crafting Greatness

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.

Mother’s Day and the Watercolor Paintings

5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]

I Don’t Know

4/20/17 Notes to Myself: I don’t know. And sometimes that feels scary. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think about that too long. When I’m creating that seems to disappear into the atmosphere and there’s a great peace within my soul. Maybe I can be a flower. I’m […]

Food for the Soul?

3/24/17 Notes to Myself: Is comfort food, food for the soul? I’m not so sure it’s been good for mine or very comforting. At least not in the way I needed. And there’s been so much I’ve needed to comfort throughout the course of my life. Food seemed to be my friend and patient companion […]

Honesty…

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 […]

Freedom

3/10/17 Notes to Myself:Freedom I feel it! It’s like facing the wind and letting my petals flex without fear. It’s not outside myself it is within. I can stop looking for it. It’s here. Smiling, vibrant and strong. I won’t be swept away into nothingness. I will be liberated from all that is temporary and […]

Comparing Shadows…

3/2/17 Notes to Myself:Comparing, shadows depletes my soul. It discourages my true spirit and that of others, always. It’s a harm I do to myself when I practice it. And it invalidates everyone’s unique and precious potential, including my own. I read recently… “My experiences will directly reflect my thoughts.” I rather my experiences not […]

A Textured Life

2/10/2017Oh how textured my life has become. A rich beautiful weave of experience. Not unlike branches and leaves of a tree mingling all together. Colors dance in the background adding a layer of magic and depth. The leaves apex start to shift direction seeking more color,changing their course of growth. Slowly, the fabric that’s woven […]