Right, at Last, and Wide Open
I’m letting my hair grow out. Like a girl again. It’s past my shoulders already, still mostly brown with a …
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Music Like Waves, Rising, Dispersing
I came across this poem on one of my favorite blogs O at the Edges. I love the image of …
Fascinating Faces, Tao & the Arts
Some works of art speak to you on a level that is hard to define. You gaze and are drawn …
Immersed in One’s Art
There’s something immensely satisfying to see Helen Frankenthaler immersed in her art this way. I found this image on Facebook, …
“Divine Bodies” at the Asian Art Museum
During my trip to San Francisco last weekend we visited the Asian Art Museum, which was featuring an exhibition of …
A Slice of San Francisco
Last weekend I accompanied my friend Paula on a trip to San Francisco. We stayed in a lovely old building …
Poetry that Takes Us Beyond Articulation
Some of us are always seeking a path beyond ourselves, beyond articulation. It’s not escape. It’s the opposite of escape. …
Recognition for “Slow Swirl at the Edge of Time”
I entered a local art show for the first time this month and was surprised and pleased to get recognition …
“Water Falling Through Sunlight” – Poem & Paintings for Troubled Times
September, 1918 This afternoon was the color of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; …
Bearing Witness – Art that Hurts, Art that Heals
So much of art-making is bearing witness–to things we love, to things that wound. And often they are the same …
