Tuesday, February 13, 2007


This heart I painted is reclining.

I don't really know why. I guess sometimes love can be laid back.........hippie style.

Not much to add today.

Monday, February 12, 2007


All of life is an exploration.

I tried carving stamps out of erasers. The leaf and eye are the result of that.

My heart explodes with joy when I create something new. A piece of art. A chocolate torte. Gardening.

For some reason I must have a bit of Mondrion in my blood. Just love those offset squares. There is something in the design that comforts me. What do you think?

Friday, February 09, 2007


This is the postcard I painted and sent a friend who was working as a chef on an island for a short time last summer.

Aside from that...............it begs the question - where are you? Where in the world are you. Where is your heart? Where is your soul? Where are you, emotionally? Are you an island? Do your emotions send out ripples like the waves around this island? At your center, is there a red hot, glowing star, surrounded by growth and then tranquility?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007


I have a bra on today that causes me to feel like I am in a sandpaper straight jacket ! Who make these things anyway!

My friend Colleen wrote a great piece about French Lingerie. To read her words makes me wonder what the heck those French women know about their undies that I don't. I need a lesson !!

Truly, I want to look all sassy in my red bra. I want my husband so sigh with disbelief when he sees me revealing such a wonder. Truthfully he'll never see it because I'll probably be in the office ladies room ripping it off before I even leave my job today!

I did have fun creating this little piece of art though. Might as well get SOME enjoyment out of that red bra.

Friday, February 02, 2007


This heart adorned with a crown of thorns is taken from the many retablos seen here in New Mexico. I made it in honor of a man who died of a heart attack nearly a year ago and his son still greiving the loss of his father.

Life is complicated.

The grief process is something I've experienced. It is a unique pain in the heart that I don't wish on anyone.

In a busy world we tend to forget the tender, sacred joys of living and loving well. It isn't about money, prestige or who you know. The grief process causes us a moment of pause wherein lies the pit of all there is, the chance to let the pain transform our lives. If we rest in that pause, if for just one moment we can breathe through that pain, we might learn, grow and sometimes even learn to embrace the change. It can be something like childbirth. Some do that, some don't.

Life if complicated.