Friday, August 18, 2017

Turn Around, Bright Eyes

Bonjour mes amies:
Can I just say, "Once upon a time there was light in my life and now there's only love in the dark. Nothing I can say, but total eclipse of the heart" One of my much beloved songs from the 80s will be performed on a cruise ship overlooking this Monday's solar eclipse.

I have also learned that it is a time when the air will be charged and amplified with energy . . .

How will this effect us mortals on Earth? Some animals will hide, some will feel a surge of emotions and others will use it as an occasion for a celebration.

I will make eggs sunny side up and squish them with a large piece of homemade bread.

I will invoke the notion that humans are a microcosm of the universe. I will do some sun salutations. I will fast in the afternoon and meditate.

Joyeux eclipse solaire, earthlings!!

A bientot,

Thursday, June 29, 2017

Paths to Her

Namaste people!

Here's a dedication to our wonderful yoga teacher, Ayurvedic master, all around great person and so much more, Sheryl Edsall of Naturally Yoga. Enjoy and a bientot! And Sat Nam!

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Happy Valentines Day

Your love is king
Crown you with my heart
Your love is king
Never need to part
Your kisses ring
Round and round and round my head
Touching the very part of me
It's making my soul sing . . .

 - Sade

Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Chat Women

Resurrected and revived: Cupsaw women from
my summer sketch book. New ink techniques
superimposed on an old Starlet Chorus Line Queen.
Enjoy, mes amis. A bientot!

Sunday, October 9, 2016

Red Frame, Watercolor on Paper


There is nothing more satisfying to me than a brush across a smooth sheet of paper. I push against the edges of the picture plane as if it contains four walls. I work with creating lines. I also use combinations of three colors which I assign tonal hues. I build layers of vivid colors where forms emerge and recede and others are pulled into the foreground. As I work, I never stop thinking of these elements. There is no greater harmony to me then when the struggle of arranging the composition is complete.
A bientot!

Saturday, March 19, 2016

Self Portrait of Sorts

These legs are roots for your thirst.

These arms are branches for your play.

These hands are leaves for your protection.

This heart is a canopy of love for you both.