The heat of the day is fading and long golden rays burnish the tree trunks and bring out the green in rich deep, colors. Shadows are long and birds are singing their come-to-the-nest songs. The sun sinks and golden fades to red and the clouds become streaks of fire. The fire fades as the burning … Continue reading Gloaming
I sit in the kitchen with kelly-green walls as the ceiling fan slowly spins and sends a gentle breeze across my arms. A deep voice rumbles from the other side of the kitchen as my brother loads the dishwasher. He speaks about the Olympics and Mary Lou Retton's advertising career. Next to me my husband … Continue reading Morning Coffee
If you hear a voice within you say 'you cannot paint,' then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced. Vincent Van Gogh This is good advice. I usually live my life this way. If a voice in my head says "I can't", my first impulse is to grind that voice under my … Continue reading Don’t you paint!
Why do I need attention, and from which muse do I crave it? The ancient Greeks believed there were nine. Nine inspirational goddesses for art, literature, and science. Eureka! I need all nine! Or maybe not. Melpomene has been whispering too much of late. I need more of Thalia. Yes, less "tragedy" and more comedy. … Continue reading Craving Praise from the Muse
There is an art to apology. I'm trying to teach this to my children. When you march up to someone and grind out, "I'm sorry," that's not an apology. I do understand that we are rarely sorry about the things we do. Those are deep feelings and hard to to change. However, we can recognize that … Continue reading Apology