OK, it’s not going to take me forever to do this book, but it is going to take longer than planned when I last posted on this blog. My mother’s journals were not blank, unlike those left to Terry Tempest Williams by her mother. The green post-its (above) mark passages to return to, share, possibly use as a caption or quote in the book. I’ve hung the paintings on the pages, and they have begun to tell me what’s in and what’s out. When I walked Paul through the gallery that forms the first … [Read more...]
Seeing Anew
Last night, Paul and I had dinner at Peking Gourmet, our favorite Chinese restaurant. We love the food, the kind and cheerful owner, Kim, and our regular server, Judy. At the end of the meal, we always read our fortunes -- and they usually offer the standard hopeful predictions about money, friendship, and travel. But last night, we both received apt philosophical fortunes. Mine was: “Clear your mental, emotional and psychic space and you’ll see.” Paul received: “To live your life in fear of … [Read more...]
I opened the box of sketch journals, finally
This vodka box of journals and sketch books has been sitting in the northwest corner of my studio for a long time. Although I logged them all when I inventoried my mother’s artist studio, after her death, I hadn’t been able to bring myself to examine them until recently. Before: Nice, neat studio table . . . with vodka box After: A table full of sketchbooks in chronological order . . . and a reminder from Mom to “RELAX”! Hah!Generic Cialis if … [Read more...]