COFFEE–WHAT’S IN A CUP?

I don’t remember when I had my first cup of coffee, but I do remember when I had my last. Today, after a long afternoon workshop, painting Coney Island round- about swings.               The coffee tasted good. It refreshed me with...

LIFE OF A LEAF

On that day, that fateful day when the wind and rain tore the red and gold leaves from their bones and they fell at my feet–inspiration flooded my soul. Imagine what it must be like to have such a short life. Sprout in spring, fizzle in fall. I picked one up,...

CMA AWARDS

I needed flake-out time after a whole day on my feet painting pretty pictures for my Coney Island project. Right at the bewitching rush hour, I left Silvermine Arts Center, plowed through miles and miles and miles of traffic to home to sit back, put my feet up and...

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