One client in a wheelchair liked to throw his ball at my stool. He carried it everywhere on his lap. He’d roll up to me and throw it at me as I painted. I’d get down and hand it to him. That went on for a few days…Read More Symbolism and trees and art and noses on the feet and stuff
An only child of seven or eight years old with the long ribbon of summer unfurled ahead of me, I wouldn’t say I got bored a lot. I enjoyed my own company, the cat and dog, and the outdoors with its insects and trees, way too much to be bored. But sometimes I’d be in […]Read More When Life Gives You Tiddlywinks
I shared these 1st two stories on my Facebook author page but I’m going to share ’em here for those who haven’t liked that page and read those stories. Walking The Dog I was traveling home from the Boston Post Road last week when I saw a young girl of 7 or 8 y/o walking […]Read More Balancing Funny with Not-So-Funny (mourning a tree like the over sensitive person I am)
“If one wants something to be preserved for the ages, the clear choice is to use rock; which very slowly decomposes over time.” I was considering this statement (which I heard on TV) and thinking about monoliths, (think Easter Island), Stonehenge, the pyramids… and on a smaller scale: graveyard markers (headstones). As any parent will […]Read More Unless (Being a Lorax in a Power Driven Society)
Trees are some of my favorite subjects to paint. My love for them only grows as years go by. The wild pear tree that grew in my backyard is an early memory of my kinship with them. I grew up by a highway, so this tree was special. It truly was a delight to my […]Read More Trees, Glorious Trees!