Trigger Warning: Incest (Because God)

Bible stories here, Bible stories there, Bible stories everyw- Wait, what? Smack in the middle of one of the farther-in galleries at the DIA exhibit on women artists from the early Renaissance thorugh the Enlightenment, in gigantic proportions with about a dozen different lights illuminating the work, is that disturbing, triggering, ugly scene of LotContinue reading “Trigger Warning: Incest (Because God)”

Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me

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 of understanding, depicting, and promoting herself. Is it any wonder that she madeContinue reading “Phenomenal Woman, That’s Me”

It’s Five o’clock Somewhere

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, who was part of the Post-Impressionist group. Vincent called them artists of the “petit boulevard”, whereas the mainContinue reading “It’s Five o’clock Somewhere”

The Risk It Takes to Blossom

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 outside of one’s usual. Taking risks, trying new things. You know — innovating. In that light, it seemedContinue reading “The Risk It Takes to Blossom”

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, 2020 Child #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 aContinue reading “What I Did For Love”