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
I got into rendering buildings because one night I drew a candleholder. Continue reading
…each attempt to create an experience on canvas or paper, “is imagination reaching outward to filter the world.” Continue reading
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
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. ~ Albert Camus
Life can strip you of everything. What it cannot do is take away your inner being. For that is yours and yours alone. Continue reading
I pictured my fingers and toes ringing with the sound of patterned ironwork as if it was a kind of sheet music. Continue reading
