I want to grow old without facelifts… I want to have the courage to be loyal to the face I’ve made. Sometimes I think it would be easier to avoid old age, to die young, but then you’d never complete your life, would you? You’d never wholly know you. Marilyn Monroe As I grow older,Continue reading “Making Our Faces As We Go Along”
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Pulling Our Leg
At first, this strikes the viewer as yet another depiction of a Biblical figure at a time when that was all the rage. Then, you see her face, with a look as difficult to pin an adjective on as Mona Lisa’s smile. Then, if you look long enough, you notice her legs … The DIAContinue reading “Pulling Our Leg”
Along Comes Mary
Can’t we look to Mary Magdalene as simply an early church leader whose rightful place next to Christ should have been acknowledged? There are no Scriptures to place her anywhere but right next to Jesus. Even a cursory reading of the Bible shows her to be a godly woman responding wholeheartedly to a message thatContinue reading “Along Comes Mary”
Masters of Heavy-Handedness
“I paint for thirty years from now,” responded Adolphe Monticelli to critics of his thickly textured brushstrokes and vibrant colors. Of all the various works in the Through Vincent’s Eyes exhibit at the Columbus Museum of Art, from Van Gogh’s various inspirations and sources of his unique style, Monticelli’s was the most eerily similar. ManyContinue reading “Masters of Heavy-Handedness”
Count the Roses, Not the Thorns
It’s the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important…People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn’t forget it. You become responsible forever for what you’ve tamed. You’re responsible for your rose. Antoine de Saint-Exupery, “The Little Prince” It’s time for these beauties. Because it’s been awhile since I’ve continued myContinue reading “Count the Roses, Not the Thorns”
All Creatures Great and Small
Perhaps it is because this has been the world through my eyes ever since I can remember – a trusted furry friend, curled up at my feet – that my eye is drawn so often to the same in art. Very often in the same position of the piece: bottom right, and in repose. IContinue reading “All Creatures Great and Small”
Quill Life
I ran away and hid in the woods,I was an imprudent child, inMy charmed hedgehog skin, I ran awayAnd I was happy in my fairytaleForest, where no one came in, norCould have penetrated my white magic,I was protected from any disturbances.I was feeding on blueberries, blackberries, wildFruits, I ate, wept, and I was looking forTheContinue reading “Quill Life”
The Wayward Wonders of Wormwood
The drunkenness it gives does not resemble any known drunkenness. It makes you lose your footing right away […] You think you are headed towards infinity, like all great dreamers, and you are only headed towards incoherence. Alfred Delvau Having only tasted absinthe (which has been described as “more of a soft drug than aContinue reading “The Wayward Wonders of Wormwood”
Even Thou Art A Little Queer
The CMOA has a gallery dedicated to queer feminist art, which I thought was a lovely start. Someday it will just be, art. But right now, perhaps it’s a good thing — a very good thing indeed — that we carve out a space, and call it a movement. Shot on Pixel 6 Pro.
The Doctor and His Companion
Van Gogh was afraid to depict people when he was actively learning the art of drawing (pre-painting). Fortunately, his future self knew better. More on that soon, I promise. But for today – jump forward in time with me, to the only etching he ever made, during the last year of his life. Dr PaulContinue reading “The Doctor and His Companion”
Muttering Retreats 