These are Shelley’s paintings of Peace & Chaos from my last blog. Which painting would YOU rather live in?
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Many people have a difficult time separating emotions from each other. Some have “permission” to feel some ways but not others, so they show anger when they are really sad… or have a happy-face when they are really pissed. I find a good way to actually FEEL the feeling is…
Think about THAT. I know this blog is suppose to be about the POWER of ART… and most of the time it is. Although, I find myself being drawn toward the concept of separating our worth from our bank accounts… and it takes a creative mind to do that. There….
As most of you know, I have a special needs art class every Saturday, and Shelley is always there. She is a delight to be with and oh so creative. I met Shelley 6 years ago at a tree lighting ceremony in Fairhope. She immediately began telling me her life…
Some of you know that my Dad was a landscape artist. He would design his client’s yards into a beautiful work of art. He would make drawings of 6 months, 2 years, and 10 years so they could see the growth of the trees and plants over time. My brother…
OMG… I can’t stop laughing. I’m trying to calm myself down and be respectful but… This fish present has me howling while my husband is ready for a divorce. OK, let me start from the beginning: Our good friend John O’Melvany Woods had a birthday party last weekend. Being the…
I had an art class this week with young boys (7 to 9)… and was astonished that they knew what discernment meant. Well, not the actual word, but the concept. I’m working with a group of women who are teaching young kids VIRTUES and this art lesson was on TRUTH. Others design…
Who wrote this and why is it important now? “The trouble about argument is that it moves the whole struggle onto the Enemy’s own ground. He can argue too; whereas in really practical propaganda of the kind I am suggesting He has been shown for centuries to be greatly the…
No, not the 1966 song by the Beach Boys… Although, that’s exactly what I’m blogging about today. “Good, good, good, good vibrations.” I was watching Ellen the other day and I understand why so many people adore her. Myself included. She usually , in the final segment of the…
Excerpt from my memoir. Chapter 16: Beach House Art School (Page 117) http://ForgettingToFly.com David and I had been married for eight years when he moved to Indianapolis for a stable job opportunity. He was now in the field of Medical Waste and was moving around a lot establishing guidelines for…