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Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me

“Self-Portrait at the Easel” by Sofonisba Anguissola (1554-55) @ By Her Hand It’s true — I can’t see a portrait with this kind of raw strength and sass without recalling Maya Angelou’s soul-inspiring poetry. I think Anguissola would approve — she made a bit of a career (in all senses of the words) out ofContinueContinue reading “Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me”

Sandcastle Building – Level Unlocked

You guys. I have a cast for my show. A real, living, breathing, talented, kinda perfect, cast. You’ll forgive me if I’m a bit speechless when it comes to adding to this blog today. I’m still trying to get used to the idea that this project is actually coming together. More soon, once I pryContinueContinue reading “Sandcastle Building – Level Unlocked”

Uxor Brute

“Portia Wounding Her Thigh” by Elisabetta Sirani (1664) @ By Her Hand Though the natural weakness of her body hinders her from doing what only the strength of men can perform, she has a mind as valiant and as active for the good of her country as the best of us.Brutus, speaking of Portia IContinueContinue reading “Uxor Brute”

It’s Five o’clock Somewhere

“Avenue de Clichy (Street – Five o’clock in the Evening”) by Louis Anquetin (1887) @ Through Vincent’s Eyes Not Van Gogh’s version (although he legit painted a version, called “Terrace of a Cafe at Night” with more light and more stars — because of course he did) but its source: the work of Louis Anquetin,ContinueContinue reading “It’s Five o’clock Somewhere”

Sandcastle Building: Auditions Tonight

For anyone not “in the biz” – this is a significant milestone in a theatrical endeavor. And true to form, enter so much other personal life noise this week to try to distract me from the joy that is hearing words meant to be spoken out loud, finally spoken out loud. But I will notContinueContinue reading “Sandcastle Building: Auditions Tonight”

The Risk It Takes to Blossom

“The Childish Old Woman Makes the Young Woman Laugh” by Sofonisba Anguissola (1560-64) @ By Her Hand exhibit Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.Kurt Vonnegut I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the art of stepping outsideContinueContinue reading “The Risk It Takes to Blossom”

The Heather

Portion of painting by my grandmother What better way to segue from my trip to see my father in Arizona, back to the vast world of famous and should-be-famous painters, than this one, found hanging on his living room wall — painted by my grandmother and given my name. My heart still skips a beat,ContinueContinue reading “The Heather”

Bye-Bye Cacti

Anthem, AZ Last desert pic for awhile. I promise to return to your regularly scheduled art programming after this. Although, I would argue that this, too, is art, if it speaks to you. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.

Scaping the Dry Land

Anthem, AZ This is the sense of the desert hills, that there is room enough and time enough.Mary Hunter Austin Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.

What I Did For Love

I usually don’t cross-post from my social media account, but this memory is tickling me something hard today. March 8, 2020Child #3 calls from a bike ride with her friends, out of breath and sounding on the verge of tears.”Mom? Mom?!””Yes, are you okay? What happened?””Oh, yes, I’m great. Can I buy a mouse?””A mouse?””Yeah,ContinueContinue reading “What I Did For Love”