10/24/19 On a recent visit to a local library to peruse some art books I came across the artist Joan Mitchell. The bold color and sweeping strokes on the cover quickly caught my attention. Without too much reading I felt the expressive, energetic quality within each piece. The colors had a clarity about them and […]
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? […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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.