Sometimes I need to paint to get out of my overthinking when writing. I always have images in mind, photos I have treasured and want to paint, and I know… Read more Painting Again →
The good life is one inspired by love and guided by knowledge. Bertrand Russell Ahhh… we all yearn for the good life. And what do we not conjure up when… Read more The Good Life →
From being in love with the romantic notion to accepting the complexity of Love, I’ve embraced the sometimes joyful, sometimes painful journey of Love.
Art and Love go hand-in-hand
Looks like I live my life backwards. Instead of exploring in my teens and twenties before settling down, I started exploring after having settled, in my forties and into my sixties. Funny thing is, all of us five siblings settled down with a high school sweetheart in our teens. What did our parents feed us? The fact that it takes two? A sort of co-dependency? An idea that identity (the sense of self) is not individual? That growing up has to be shared? That my name could not be uttered without… Read more Death of a Twosome →
THE concept of mystic strings has been with me for a while. String, strand, cord, rope, twine, and twist are expressing the idea of individual threads being roped or twisted… Read more Mystic Strings →
Seventeen and in Paris on my own. It was my first encounter with the city of love and I was fortunate to stay with an aunt and uncle, who both being workaholics, left me with oceans of time to explore. I hurried out the door to experience the vast world of Paris with its majestic architecture, its towering cathedrals, its world-renowned art collections, its peaceful parks, and its crowds of people. The air was spring like, mild and sunny, although I was spending my Christmas holiday away from my home… Read more PARIS →