“In the middle of the journey of our life I came to myself within a dark wood where the straight way was lost.” ― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy It seems necessary and good to stop for a moment here in the middle of the #100Day Project and look around me, take stock, and share … Continue reading Weaving Gratitude
Category: Story behind the art
The Many Walks of Type 1 Diabetes
For those who have a child living with Type 1 Diabetes, there are many walks in life that others will never take. For our family, the first of these walks occurred when our youngest daughter, Maddie, was 7 years old. We walked her into Brenner's Emergency Room, after having been told by our pediatrician that … Continue reading The Many Walks of Type 1 Diabetes
A Week of Blind Sight
“Art does not reproduce what we see. It makes us see.” ~ Paul Klee Seven days. One week. The length of a nice vacation or a hike on the Appalachian Trail. Each and every day of creating marks on 10" x 10" Fabriano Artistico watercolor paper, felt like a blind endeavor. I am not trained … Continue reading A Week of Blind Sight
New Specs
Change is not easy for me. Not one bit. When it became obvious that my beloved red thin glasses were not helping me to see well either far away or close up, I waited a very long time (about a year) before doing anything about it. I knew that I would have to let go … Continue reading New Specs
An Everyday Outlet
For Day 6 of #drawtheordinary through Lent, I'm to draw a "wall plug". I should've thought about that wording a bit more because what I meant was "an outlet". No matter, plug or outlet, they are both ordinary things. (At least they are to those of us fortunate enough to live in parts of the … Continue reading An Everyday Outlet
Drawn To Iron
I do not like to iron. At all. I seem to be in a place where my heart needs re-orienting. Something is in need of being smoothed out. Yet I tell myself I like the chaotic wrinkles, the jumble of piles of laundry. I'm well aware that I'm speaking in veiled terms here. You'll just … Continue reading Drawn To Iron
The Traffic Can Wait
I sit in a car. A lot. It is not my favorite thing to do. At all. On good days I can lay hold of the fact that all this driving around is actually due to great blessing in my life - *an active, healthy, involved-in-everything teenager. *lots of classes in neighboring towns guiding women … Continue reading The Traffic Can Wait
The Verge of Chaos
I sat there in front of a photograph on the wall. Straddling a cushioned cube at a local hangout spot, I was drawn to draw him. Ruffly shirt, dark eye peering out of stark value shifts. My own eyes tracing the shapes, the connections between shapes, the value shifts, squinting in order to see better. … Continue reading The Verge of Chaos
Curbed Beauty
For weeks on end I marvel and enjoy in my living room a gazillion branches shooting out in a most pleasing shape, draped with twinkly lights and sparkly ornaments. I never once consider the base, the foundation, the structure from which all these balsam branches emanate. Well, maybe once, as my son lifted the tree … Continue reading Curbed Beauty
Roadside Word Picking
New Year's Eve...I love Eve's. They feel like that timeless space of hovering right before warp speed takes over. The eve of something begs for preparation, anticipation, reflection... a mindfulness about the next day and all that it will usher in. Christmas Eve feels like that, and so does New Year's Eve. The living room … Continue reading Roadside Word Picking