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Do we really get what we see? Or must we learn to see past what we see? In the The Art Spirit, artist/author/philosopher/teacher Robert Henri, wrote : We have strange ways of seeing. If only we knew — then we could tell. If we knew what we saw, then we could paint it. It’s true [...]
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I carried my pencils and large drawing pad into the newly-formed “Sketching Sessions” class five minutes late and was told to sit anywhere and draw something. I found my spot, opened my drawing pad and began sketching the girl across from me. I thought she might wonder why I was staring at her. But she [...]
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How do you begin your list of resolutions? I will… I won’t… Or some of each? Okay… it’s February already. But shouldn’t New Year’s resolutions survive at least the first month? I know I’m still thinking mine through… Last November I wrote a goal (and publicized it at 43 Things) to declutter my workroom. I [...]
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Seeing Georgia’s name on my email took me back immediately to the fun we had as kids. Georgia always made me laugh. Full of the dickens, she was, commenting with dry wit on ordinary things and giving everyone a different perspective. But the email didn’t come from Georgia — it came from a funeral home [...]
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Why would anyone come to read my blog Over Coffee? Or any blog for that matter? The question was the first in my blogging class homework assignment, and it has kept me wondering for the past two weeks. Why indeed? Why read my blog? For the same reasons I read those similar to mine, I [...]
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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 [...]
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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 [...]
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