One of my regrets is not pursuing art. I remember only one acquaintance in high school who was bound and determined to pursue art – and she enrolled in the Maryland Institute of Art: a daring choice the aspiring English major thought. I wonder where her choice took...
This isn’t working I muttered to myself; this painting is getting worse. Face it: I can’t make the colors or brush work together. So, acknowledging it just was not working, I am giving up, for the second time, on this canvas. Why This Isn’t Working #1 I...
Autumn Weather Taught Me a New Word I learned a new weather word this first week in autumn. The weatherman said we are in the grip of a flash drought. Never have I heard of a flash drought! This recent pattern has been coming for weeks! It is becoming severe. Since we...
We have gone quite awhile without rain; this time last year, we were sick of rain. September was wetter in Baltimore only twice during the 20th century, and twice in the late 1800s. (Baltimore Sun, 10/01/18) I don’t remember that. Which is why keeping a journal...
A friend asked for one of my owls – the crazy owl I “copied” from my former art teacher’s collection. Do you know how great it is to have a work in progress? Even if it is a crazy owl? Not having a familiar work in progress is perhaps one of the saddest realities in...
While I am not a big museum-goer, going to museums and art festivals feels like enjoying soul food. So is clicking on social media links to artists I’ve never met. Having been taken as a child to the Walters, the Smithsonian, the National Gallery, and the Baltimore...
It’s too hot to do much else, then ruminate, or bloviate. Weeding is on hold, and so is cooking as far as I’m concerned. The latest painting languishes. Deep summer is when laziness finds respectability. ~Sam Keen Of course, cold weather also makes lazing about a...
“ . . . You owe it to us all to get on with what you’re good at.”—W.H. Auden
Whether it has been a combination of May weather or more protein and lower white carbs, I moved today. Gardening and painting, I also got moving! The past few days have been open window days; not just early, cool morning glory. No, the windows stayed a good while....
Whatever the florists say they mean, yellow roses have come to mean remembranceto me. I am partial to roses; but, especially yellow roses. Because of happy memories, and melancholy reasons, when I see them, the word celebration pops up. Yellow roses remind me how...
Clutter and how I wrestle with it is a recurring topic on this blog. Whether it is clutter in the home, garage, or yard, I win some and lose some. But I confess to a clutter mission as difficult as sorting photos, and that is my needlepoint projects. Now, I...
Poetry and art are tonics more potent than Geritol. To see, to hear, to feel, to write are gifts -- like Christmas every day. Age can open our eyes to truths we may not have had the time to see, so busy were we just being. Words can become our brushes --...
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