Her Art History

Her story. That hand on her shoulder, at times has been heavy. It seemed to hold her back, as much as it was meant to guide. So this happened… After raising my family and being a caretaker for my Mum who had Alzheimer’s, I’m living my childhood dream. However, I wasn’t trained to be aContinue reading “Her Art History”

Singing Art Outdoors

Weather wise. As I run out of wall space & blue skies roll in, I’m hanging with my paintings outdoors, in the fresh air and feeling lovely. This tribute to my Mum, who could sing. And who loved to sing Barbra Streisand’s “People”. I can’t sing, but do it anyway, because people sing. “A feelingContinue reading “Singing Art Outdoors”

Friday Art

Is it just me, or does this wall need more wall? It’s Friday and for me, Spring is in the air. Yup, I’m feeling light and airy. So while I was looking at the walls, I started thinking… What if I do some more art to hang upside down from the ceiling? Because from myContinue reading “Friday Art”

Artful Dreams

What if we painted and drew pictures for every wall? What if we put art on our walls in a fierce display of vibrant colors? What if we became sensitive to the qualities of color, textures and experiences. Seeing how a broad field of color builds up & creates a contrast of life, peace, loveContinue reading “Artful Dreams”

The Art of Double Dutch

When I was growing up, I would be mesmerized by kids who could Double Dutch Jump rope. I myself, never learnt how to jump. I think it might’ve been because I couldn’t jump high enough, or maybe it was because I couldn’t move my legs fast enough, over the passing ropes. But whatever it wasContinue reading “The Art of Double Dutch”

Got Art

My walls aren’t meant to just hold up the ceiling or separate the rooms. While those are of course, excellent reasons for a wall’s existence, what if the other reason for a wall, besides hanging a photograph and the occasional clock is to add joy & color? When I look at my walls, I seeContinue reading “Got Art”

These Queens

These queens of the community, the survivors and strivers who share stories and inspire one another. Who stretch a dollar out of fifteen cents, and provide food and a roof over their abandoned children’s heads. These women will raise children to dream of great heights. They will believe that they can become SOMEBODY. And they’llContinue reading “These Queens”

Exit Art

“Holidaze” at the Sugar Shack in downtown Boston, where my Uncle Erskine performed.  When I was little, he’d bring me along on Saturday afternoons to watch him perform his set.  I’d sit at the bar and sip soda, while he and the band rehearsed.  From where I sat, I couldn’t wait to grow up.  SmokeContinue reading “Exit Art”

Her 2

We can’t know for certain, but chances are that a little girl is watching. She’s watching her perform. Watching her actions, her mannerisms, her gestures and the company she keeps. Listening carefully to what she says. Listening for inflections and tone. Is she using her business voice? Or the relaxed voice that she uses whenContinue reading “Her 2”

Chit-Chat Art

A dear friend of mine called me on the telephone & asked if I was busy. I replied, “I’m painting.” We agreed that we’d talk later, because nothing was up, just the usual chit-chat phone call. So we cordially said our goodbyes and hung up. Later, my dear friend called me back and again saidContinue reading “Chit-Chat Art”