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Tag Archives: Brooklyn
Two Little Houses in Brooklyn
I love walking by these cute little houses in my neighborhood of Brooklyn from a completely different time. For one reason or another they were spared until 1973 when Park Slope was designated an historical district and their future was … Continue reading
Easter Sunday
On Easter Sunday when a man in Louisville was planning a mass murder, I was taking a walk in Brooklyn and saw two things in nature that were as symbolic as the day itself. One was the timeless Cross, the … Continue reading
Posted in A Day in the Life, ART, Brooklyn, Uncategorized
Tagged A Tree of Light, Brooklyn, Easter, Flower Power, Prospect Park, The Coming One, the Cross, the magical present
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this Park, this Brooklyn
This drawing, this park, this Prospect Park, these 526 acres, these remains of Brooklyn’s indigenous forest. This play area with off-leash hours. This Dog Beach just off the Long Meadow at the Pools. This drawing, these dogs, these people, this … Continue reading
Posted in A Day in the Life, ART, Brooklyn, Uncategorized
Tagged Brooklyn, Dog Beach, drawing, Park Slope, people working, perception, Prospect Park, sketchbook art, volunteers
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Battle Hill
Two strong and fearless women, one in a glorious helmet and armor decorated with snakes, the other in her crown of seven spikes, her tablet a book of law.
Their eyes lock. Lady Liberty raises her torch with her right hand. Minerva salutes back with her left.
Posted in ART, Brooklyn, Uncategorized
Tagged Battle Hill, Brooklyn, drawings, Green-Wood Cemetery, Minerva in Brooklyn, Statue Minerva, Statue of Liberty
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The Green-Wood Trolley
Ding-ding-ding goes the trolley… Except when it doesn’t. Because we did not want to wake anyone sleeping in the Green-Wood Cemetery. Cemetery is from the Greek word for “sleeping place.” This spring when I took the trolley tour we rolled … Continue reading
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Tagged Brooklyn, drawings, Green-Wood Cemetery, Trolley Cars
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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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Letting It Come Through
I can now paint and draw small, sketchbook-size pictures of the world around me because now I see how focusing on the small particulars of the outer visible world, can also reflect a deeper insight to the world within. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Art of the Path, Memoir
Tagged Art, Brooklyn, creativity, drawing, expression, inner awareness, memoir, Nancy Wait, painting, Park Slope drawings, soul memories, the nancy who drew
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The Cabin in the Clearing
Whenever I looked out the window I saw two scenes, the one from the present, and this other one, so obviously from the past. From Brooklyn as it once was. Continue reading
Posted in ART, Memoir
Tagged alternate reality, Art, art and feeling, bridging worlds, Brooklyn, consciousness, creativity, drawing, expression, inner awareness, memoir, Nancy Wait, Park Slope, soul memories, the nancy who drew
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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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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