July 31, 2018 In order to function safely moving about in this world, my brain automatically provides me with blinders to narrow the options of my focus. Imagine walking down a city street and noticing the details of every object, person, architecture as well as the sky, plants and traffic. It would be impossible to …
July 25, 2018 Cimetière du Père Lachaisse is a half hour walk from my lodging. In previous years I forgot about the cemetery until it was too late to visit it. Fortunately, I’m here for another week, giving me time to return and sketch patterns of tombstones, monuments and mini chapels. The rusted iron and …
July 21, 2018 Often during the past week Virginia Woolf’s book A Room of One’s Own has come to mind. I recall that in it she mentions that women would feign nervous breakdowns in order to have an extended period of time and a private space to themselves in order to write, or perhaps follow …
July 14, 2018 As I finished unpacking my art supplies, filming equipment, toiletries and my one change of clothing, I listened to the fireworks exploding in the air in celebration of Fêtes nationale (Bastille Day). Last year I took the Métro to a spot close to the Eiffel Tower and added my own oohs and …
July 7, 2018 Years go by far more rapidly than I imagined they would. The last twenty years feel more like only five have passed. I was fortunate to be in touch with my passions as a child. I loved plants, math, science and using tools. I loved creating three-dimensional forms and looking at three …
July 6, 2018 A few days ago the Second Generation of Dala Art came into being. At the time, I didn’t realize that it is a true blend of the intuitive pencil loop sketches I did during musical performances (when I wasn’t doing ink and watercolor sketches of the musicians and dancers) and the more …