8/28/17 Marie Laurencin a French painter, became one of the few women connected with the Cubist movement, a male dominated group of artists like many of the other art movements through history. Ms. Laurenin started out being educated as a porcelain painter later deciding to focus on oil painting studying in Paris at the Académie […]
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? […]
5/24/17 Notes to Myself: When life gives you rice cakes… smother them with peanut butter? Is that what I’m doing? I’m not so sure I even like rice cakes but I’ve been eating them with peanut butter. Hmm… I love peanut butter.It reminds me of my childhood where peanut butter sandwiches were quite common. I […]
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 […]
1/18/2017 Notes to Myself: Did you ever have the urge to move to someplace new or to start over somewhere new? During the course of my life I guess I’ve had those urges. The one place I always thought I would like to move to is Maine. It’s such a beautiful state. What I’ve learned […]
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.
10/15/16 Notes to Myself: My pumpkin, for this year, has quite a few bumps. I was drawn to this aspect of it. In the past I would have never chosen such a specimen. But somehow I’m welcoming imperfections more readily these days. Especially my own. What would I be without them? Less interesting for sure.