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Tag Archives: Art
Flowing Fences
I used to walk along looking at people and objects and things, noticing them, studying them, whereas now I am conscious of energy. Everything I see is an example of an energy flow. Continue reading
Posted in ART
Tagged Art, art and feeling, bridging worlds, Brooklyn, creativity, drawing, expression, harmonious duo, Nancy Wait, Park Slope fences, the nancy who drew, tree beds, wrought-iron fences
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The Self-P and the Self-E
(The Self-P is for Self-Portrait. Self-portraits were the first Selfies, pre-dating them by hundreds of years. Plus they took a lot longer.) Continue reading
Posted in ART, Memoir
Tagged alchemy of memoir, Art, art and feeling, autobiography, inner-self, memoir, Nancy Wait, outer-self, self-portraits, selfies, the nancy who drew
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Me and My Shadow (Self)
I call these pictures Me and My Shadow. One is a photo and the other is a self-portrait taking place around the same time. And they don’t even look like the same person. Continue reading
The Visitation
…And suddenly she appeared, a vision of other-worldliness. A face of indescribable beauty! Her eyes were green. They were glowing with light! Her head was wrapped in an elaborate white turban… Continue reading
My Country Estate Across the Street
I’ve always known Prospect Park was a public park, and while I’ve been grateful to live so close by, I have felt its limitations as well as my own limitations in not being able to walk somewhere different for a change. Just for a change… Then this strange thing happened last night…and I was the one who changed… Continue reading
Being Brooklyn Rainbow
What happened next was something many of us dreamers have to go through, which is attuning ourselves to the world we live in, and being able to manage, while not losing sight of the world we dream of—like the rainbow light. Which is really a higher vibration, a higher frequency. But I found I was able to keep the connection going through art, through painting and drawing. Continue reading
Before Conception, There Is Conceiving
After two-and-a-half years of marriage, she said to her husband, “Maybe there’s a soul out there who wants us as parents…” Continue reading
Art Streams
Form and color they stream
through me and through you Continue reading
When I Wasn’t A Writer
…they stood before the door and wondered what to do. Should they knock? What if somebody answered? What should they do then? Or maybe the door wasn’t locked… Should they try the doorknob? What if it opened? What should they do then? Continue reading
Posted in Art of the Path, Memoir
Tagged Art, autobiography, creativity, drawing, Dweller on the Threshold, memoir, Nancy Wait, the nancy who drew, writing
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