A Mockingbird Sings (a poem by Sydney Eddison)
Beneath the windows where my mother sat, a mockingbird sang– a slender, pale, gray bird…
Beneath the windows where my mother sat, a mockingbird sang– a slender, pale, gray bird…
Lets keep forwarding and amplifying the kind of authenticity, permission, and innovative ingenuity, expressed in these pages!
Qi is an indispensable word to Scrabble and Words with Friends players as the only two letter word with a q. But what it means is also cool: “the vital life force that flows through a body.”
I rejoice every spring to see the tulips. They are one of my favorite flowers, so honestly vibrant and unabashed in the exuberance of their joy.
Never having been to Paris, no other book I’ve ever read has made me feel more like I have.
My large monoprint collage Youth Symphony is in this juried show at the Essex Art Association from May 6- May 27. We had a great time at the opening on Friday night with both old friends and new.
Be connected with your most fundamental yearning. Visualize righteousness as a force field: an energy-charged sphere of holy presence…
This flavor explosion is delicious, different, quick and easy, as well as nutritious and inexpensive.
Last night I gave a PowerPoint talk to the Guilford Arts League titled Abstraction: Between Realism and Non-Objective Art.
It is a bittersweet–but more sweet than bitter– tale about (mostly) likable characters and the difficult times they find themselves in.
In these photos, follow me on my walk, and as I tried to capture the magnitude of the quantities of shells I unexpectedly came across…