Abstract art was once the bad boy of the art world. The juvenile delinquent of art history. It had rebellious, drunken outcast revolutionary origins. It no longer has the same growl
I recently heard someone confidently exclaim “Abstract Art is bad art made by bad artists” Ouch! I think everyone is entitled to their opinion, but when it is declared as
Metamorphosis is a profound change, from one stage to the next, in the life of an organism, as from the caterpillar to the pupa and from the pupa to the
As a child I remember plucking petals from a daisy and holding buttercups under my chin. These were magical ways of learning something about myself or so I believed Later
What is the title of his painting I ask myself. I look at it and think–What have I created here in this work? What is going on with all the
The traveler driving down a lonely country road at night, is encouraged by the distant twinkling lights of her destination. But it’s the headlights of her car that keep her from
I do believe that making art is an act of courage. Courage to keep going when life is in chaos. When your are tired and drained and empty When you
I find myself at times living my life as if I was trapped in a haunted room– spending all my days and nights all alone with my hopeless longings hanging
Knowing and accepting that we will be criticized- that we will be judged, rejected or even worse ignored– and choosing to continue anyway- is an essential skill that we need
The little grey squirrel– sitting on the scaffolding outside my window– doesn’t seem to be bothered by the pouring rain. I need to adopt a squirrel attitude, I guess nature
