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Author Archives: Nancy Wait
Making Your Unknown Known
When I went to London in the late 1960s I brought a sword with me on the plane. (It was allowed in those days.) I was bringing it over for a friend. Seven years later, when it became time for … Continue reading
Posted in ART, Art of the Path, Memoir, Uncategorized
Tagged Art, art and feeling, autobiography, bridging worlds, consciousness, intuitive knowing, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, perception, the nancy who drew
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What Drawing Does
While I’ve heard people say, “Oh, I can’t draw to save my life,” or, “I can’t even draw a straight line,” I’ve never heard anyone say, “I can’t connect things with each other,” because of course we do, all the time, albeit unconsciously. Continue reading
That Emma, That Torch
I went to the library and had a coffee at the concession stand in what unbeknownst to me had now become ‘Emma’s Torch Café.’ ‘Emma’s Torch,’ could it be that Emma…that torch? Continue reading
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Hearing Bells
In days of old when we sat in awe around the lighted tree, my father told us that if we heard a bell ringing, it meant an angel was present. We had to be very quiet, and then unbeknownst to … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir
Tagged angels and bells, autobiography, Christmas, frequencies, hearing on the inner plane, inner awareness, magic, Nancy Wait
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The Art of Distilling
I was in Prague, “the Magical City,” or because it’s rare that I attend a live concert, I seemed to be hearing on another level, analyzing my enjoyment in a different way, having a different insight into what I was hearing through this filter of music. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Uncategorized
Tagged Art, art and alignment, beauty, creativity, distilling sound, energy, feeling, music, Prague, St. Giles Church, the energy field
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A Bag and a Bunch of Cards
In the poem, Harlem, Langston Hughes asks, “What happens to a dream deferred?” He wonders, “Does it dry up / like a raisin in the sun?” He suggests other, less appetizing fates. Meanwhile, I bided my time. I waited until my carpet bag so bulged with hope that it had to become a reality. Continue reading
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Tagged an inner journey, Golden Lane, Kafka Museum, Prague, Temperance, The Hermit, The Tarot of Prague, threshold, visit to Prague, watercolors
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Happy New Year!
“And now let us welcome the New Year, full of things that never were.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke Continue reading
The Nancy Who Drew Buildings*
I got into rendering buildings because one night I drew a candleholder. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Uncategorized
Tagged architecture, Art, Brooklyn buildings, creativity, drawing, drawing buildings, memoir, Park Slope, renderings
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Filtering the World
…each attempt to create an experience on canvas or paper, “is imagination reaching outward to filter the world.” Continue reading
Posted in ART, Uncategorized
Tagged architecture, Art, Beaux Arts, Brooklyn, drawings, Park Slope, pen and ink, perception
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Personal Items: Desk
Now that I’ve settled on calling the sequel, “The Nancy Who Drew the Way Home,” I started to think about what the concept of home means to me now. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Memoir, Uncategorized
Tagged Art, drawing, home, memoir, pen and ink, personal items, soul consciousness, story of a desk, the nancy who drew, writing
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