Comments on: Inspiration Is In the Story… Art of All Kinds Tell Those Stories

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Wed, 29 Apr 2009 13:54:21 +0000

[...] 3. Express oneself and tell stories [...]

By: Ellen

Ellen — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 09:58:01 +0000

Lovely post!! It’s interesting the childhoold things that stick with us and inspire us as adults. When I was little my grandmother used to tell me stories of her childhood in Russia. They still bring up vivid pictures in my mind. Your iris is beautiful – you seem to have control of that hard medium.

By: Carol

Carol — Thu, 12 Feb 2009 21:40:30 +0000

Barb,
Your writing and art are truly an inspiration.
It inspires me to look for what I can do well. Still looking.
Carol

By: Karol Grace

Karol Grace — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 15:29:24 +0000

Thank you, Barb, for this post. The way you’ve written it gives me lots of ideas for my own blog. I am more than ready to venture beyond my own words and mention those who have inspired me, as you did here.

Thanks for that, and thank you so much for the lovely mention of my blog. I recognize that my blog has reformed my days in many ways, making me much more aware of things to share, things that inspire. Karol

By: Valerie Beeby

Valerie Beeby — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 20:30:12 +0000

I love Swati’s words, “the warm whiff of wisdom, like the aroma of coffee…” That really describes your site and why I love coming here. Inspiring – I certainly find it that! Your father sounds a wonderful man, and of course he was responsible for two wonderful daughters.

Stories! At one time I took a course in a school of psychology founded by Robert Langs, and it was based on the stories we tell and the messages we send in them. Tell a story, he said, and your listener is hooked. So true!

By: Dominique Eichi

Dominique Eichi — Sun, 08 Feb 2009 00:58:03 +0000

Thanks Barb for your message on my blog . it’s nice to find others who like “the Shack ” You blog is very pleasant and i love your Iris.

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 22:14:54 +0000

Nita, I’ve thought about him on and off all day, and yes, I knew he’d be 98.

Yea-go!

We miss you, Tiger… (That was his nick name from his high school football days, and that’s what we called him in public after we grew up. But at home he was always Daddy.)

By: Nita Mata

Nita Mata — Sat, 07 Feb 2009 21:28:20 +0000

Barb, as I’m sure you know, today would have been our dad’s 98th birthday, chronologically only, because we remember him as he was when he was physically with us….always young!

By: Barb Hartsook

Barb Hartsook — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 21:10:58 +0000

Oh wow — that’s beautiful, sister dear. You appreciate the smallest things, the subtleties that could be so easily missed if you were in a hurry. I remember reading once — I think it was in a Norman Vincent Peale book — that every now and then you should put your ear to the ground. Not just to hear the quiet earth, but to see from a different perspective, to get down to your own grounding…

Thank you so much for commenting — for adding a rich piece to this conversation.

Note: Nita Mata’s paintings can be found in her PBase galleries, here:

By: Nita Mata

Nita Mata — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 19:48:34 +0000

Oh, you’ve made my own memories of our precious Daddy come back alive…..thank you! You described him to a “T”…..was there ever anyone else like him? He was…and still is…..such a blessing.

Yes, we are indeed surrounded by art…..in my last year of my 60′s, perhaps I see things much more clearly now…..the beauty of the inside of my magnificently made piano; the innocence of the baby of a stranger at the mall who caught my eyes and gave me that slow, adorable smile that I still carry with me; the ethereal beauty of ice hanging from plants still wearing their brilliant blooms, unaccustomed to such a freeze; colors in the sunrises and sunsets that cannot be humanly duplicated…………