Collage of Light (Poem by Cecil Touchon)
We said, what if makin’ was like light itself,
Spreadin’ through the room, no shelf, no self.
We said, what if makin’ was like light itself,
Spreadin’ through the room, no shelf, no self.
My mom would have turned 100 today. She was born on November 12, 1925, and I was her youngest child, born to her later in life. She was an amazing, creative, intuitive, loving person; she was an artist, had high moral standards, and was a beautiful soul. I loved her fiercely and felt keenly her … Read more
I share an appreciation with him for nature’s brambles and water reflections, and agree he does an exceptionally good job at both.
The opposite of old is not young. The opposite of old is new.
Not easy to hear the soft chant of my breath with the rumble of river nearby.
I’ve done the work to train myself to be tranquil, by conscious choice, and by continuous conditioning.
This is yummy, interesting, and easy to do. This is a perfect fall dish, and would be very welcome on a Thanksgiving table.
I’ve spent a lot of time pondering (and taking photos of) leaves on the pond.
This is the story about how following what we love with curiosity and courage, as well as tenacity and hard work, creates our luck.
Painting isn’t just about creating something to hang on a wall, it’s about the joy of doing.