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Welcome 2026?
Here we are in a brand New Year! I’ve seen comments online, “How about we circle back to a gently used year, like 1994? Or, “Can we simply return this year?” (as if it were purchased on Amazon).No doubt the population is tired. There is nothing wrong with the year except so much of what … Continue reading
Saturdays are great days
Holy Tamole! What just happened here?! It’s been almost two years since I have created a post. I want to thank all the people who visit my website and browse older entries. My blog, previously full of updates, simply hasn’t made the list of things to do in the almost past two years – and … Continue reading
Maybe this direction is a gift
Sometimes life adds an adventure I didn’t anticipate and I’ve learned to listen up … to that voice inside that says, “Maybe this direction is a gift.” I heard the voice say that but, still, after an hour in line for my reserved car I could hear they were out of fuel cars and everyone … Continue reading
Cyanotype Sunrise bursts onto the scene
My writing is all but buried within my art these days, and has been for quite some time. Things I used to say in words I now put into my paintings and sometimes I talk about that and most of the time I don’t. I’ve been busy with my new Instagram; I say busy but … Continue reading
Art offers sanctuary
Alain de Botton has quickly become my favourite new philosopher and in case you have not yet made his acquaintance I would like to introduce you to him. There is a series of videos connected to his School of Life but the one I watched for the second time today is through Rijksmuseum discussing Art as … Continue reading
Relate locally
Marcel Proust: The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. How easy it is in modern life to escape to a new place or a new person. If our desires balance between stability and adventure as Esther Perel teaches, then how do we navigate these needs? Renew on … Continue reading
No time like the present
No time like the present to resume blogging. As I sit here, early, Houston being here. From the hotel window, I could see soccer players late last night under the lights at Memorial Park. I don’t believe in outdoor lighting aside from sporting events – and not for events like in giant dome buildings but … Continue reading
Part of me has gone there to stay
I met Optimus Prime, yesterday, thanks to my eight year old son who invited me to the most recent Transformers movie. I admit, the ONLY reason I agreed to go to the movie yesterday was to spend two hours sitting beside my son and to do something he wanted to do that appeared to make … Continue reading
Love is a renegade word
One month since my last post. In that time, I have continued to attend art festivals such as Galveston Food & Wine Festival. The travel schedule can be a little intense and I am resting today. Resting in bed, my favourite place from where to write a blog. Rarely am I resting in bed with … Continue reading
The Auspicious Invitation
My feelings of abandonment are subtle. I see it in relationships. I can’t say I feel overwhelmingly abandoned, it is subtle. Like a ghost from the past. I am glad to be adopted, grateful. It is the only way I can imagine my life. It feels safe. And yet I am caught in between worlds … Continue reading
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