Sunday, November 12, 2006


If you are a full time studio artist you spend your days heeding the muttering of your muse....

True happiness washes thru your days because you know how rare it is to derive a living from creating what you love, what you feel and see in your minds eye which appears to you and you alone.

But the zenith for any artist lies in finding that your work 'speaks' to others - that the thought
in your mind, the fancy of your heart, the song of your soul put into a tangible object touches
someone else....

This gift of "acknowledged connection" between your work and those who follow it may be given to you in an email, a phone message, a forum post, a snail mail note, or.......

An online ARTICLE......

However the gift is shared - it is treasured....

Knowing my work and secondarily who I am is carried within and seen thru my work is the gift of lifetime anew - each and any time it is given.
Thank you Christina....... :-)

Saturday, November 11, 2006



Shufffling thru boxes of old images is something I love to do....
The years rest in random order amid each other in the box.

Each frozen moment of time I hold in my hand brings back memories, sounds, feelings.
Places come alive again, adventures are relived, good times, bad times - all there for revisiting.
Some precisely as I remember, some different thru my eyes now decades have passed.

And some ~ some are just too funny for words! Take this one for example :-)
THIS one remind me that I've NEVER been able to tame my hair, roflmao...
(And as you can see I have ALWAYS loved red - some things don't change) !

Sunday, November 05, 2006


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November is restless time for me.....

As much as October brings a soothing joy, November lays the obverse at my feet.
Days wrapped in the lingering darkness & melancholy winds the days of November
whisper of worry ~ as they have since the beginning of time.

Yet I remind myself they give way to the winter, the time to rest, to ponder, to
explore the corners of life (and art) that patiently wait their turn thru the brilliant
bursting of summer and the delirious delectablity of summer and early Fall.

Spring beckons 'come hither' to see life return again - sandwiched inbetween the classes
the torchsong and the software that are my days. She and I steal moments to share
and smile over the return of birdsong and branches laden with unfurling leaves.

Summer is a defiant dance of schedules and goals set under a blazing sun and liquid breezes
Gentle rains and singing frogs in my tiny pond are the backdrop to frenetic energizing days.
"No time no time" is the mantra of summer - no hours for reflection and experimentation
~ in life and in art~

So the winds of November and the restlessness they bring are perhaps just the earth
reminding me it's time to turn my path inward, to replenish and ponder, experiment
and seek.

Art and life both demand a time of rest/renewal if Spring is expected to have the verve to
arrive again...