An old crockery pot lay against a crooked stone wall. Dusty and hot in the sun. Chipped just a tiny piece in the back. I nudged it with my toe, and while I knocked loose part of the stone behind it, nothing crawled out, so I considered it safe to pick up. I blew off [...]
With brush and pen I paint… er, make that brush and pencil. Liquid pencils that come in a jar. On a quick trip to Bunny’s Artwork a couple weeks ago I found what looked like an ink and wash painting, which reminded me of Angus Stewart’s watercolors. I commented to Bunny, and she wrote back [...]
My interest in all things art-related goes back to my little girl days of Crayola crayons, kid-safe scissors and paste, and all the scrap paper I could find. I remember loving the splashes of color in my grandmother’s English-style gardens, and how pretty everything looked when the sun was low in the sky and made [...]
When we were little, my sister Nita and I took piano lessons together. I labored and plunked until I became passably good at playing a few pieces. I usually managed to get through the annual recital smoothly, without embarrassing myself. (Family and friends’ parents were always gracious anyway.) My sister, though, didn’t just play the [...]
Life is not without it’s surprises and seeming failures. Almost daily. Even when the day is planned to the hour, in some cases the minute. And just like the famous Biblical quote in Romans, paraphrased here by me, God weaves all our daily entanglements and urgencies and oopsies together for good if we love and [...]