Category Archives: ContemporaryArt

I use to create designs for laptop backpacks because I wanted to change the “Look”. Motivated by the never ending Covid-19 pandemic, I saw the increased use of technology, Zoom meetings and FaceTime, as encouraging signs of things to come. But then I’d slide my laptop into a basic nondescript black laptop bag and itContinue reading “Bewitched Art”

Identical twins fascinate me. Identical at birth. From head to toe. As toddlers they did everything together, they even liked the same color- purple and disliked the same food- squash. And then, they grow up and just like that, they’re on diverging paths. Did Mother Nature play a trick on us, or is it anContinue reading “Twinning Art”

Is it just me, or are the days growing shorter? Are the leaves beginning to change colors and are they loosening their grip, all in preparation for their final Autumn Fall? To be clear, hot pumpkin & spice coffee/latte is nice, but Halloween is for kids. So they’re not a proper compensation for giving upContinue reading “Art of a Storm”

All too easily, a moment slips by. And before we know it, we’ve missed the opportunity to do something, or missed the chance to communicate what we meant to say. If someone is amazing in your life, tell them. Now. Because we never know when the purple haze will swallow up the moment. And asContinue reading “The Art Of Procrastination”

These Queens! Inside every window, there’s a story to be told. Something going on. Something happening. And the truth is, we don’t know what that narrative is or what kind of drama someone is going through, be kind. Be Kind. https://www.thehotline.org/ October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. #every1knowssome1 #domesticviolenceawarenessmonth #dvam2021 #art #procrastination #bostonart #instagram #technygalleriesContinue reading “Art For Social Change. Good.”

Growing up, people didn’t like to smile in photographs. They just stared into the camera. Today, as I flip through the photo album of my memory, I’m happy that I can remember some spontaneous times, when people weren’t conscientious about the camera and weren’t so deadpan serious. Times when they let their guard down andContinue reading “Art of The Smile”

Riding the subway. Going fast and still arriving late. Growing up, we went everywhere together. You wouldn’t know that my family didn’t own a car or that my mother couldn’t drive. Rocking and rattling along and yelling to be heard over the sound of metal wheels flying along steel tracks, defying gravity! *I enjoyed paintingContinue reading “Art Arrival. On Time”

Sometimes women leave. It isn’t always planned. Some pass away. Others make career moves. Some are post-partum & challenged. And some, some women just hang up their red dress and leave. That’s when a dad becomes more than a man. He’s strong, he’s resilient and he’s present. So he cooks like mommy use to do.Continue reading “Hopeful Art”