Letters to Water

You can write anytime you like, But you can never reach.

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Rain of Frogs [fragments, poems, movie lines]

    The Pretty Parking Lot   I have dreamt of perfect poems faded like dewdrops upon awakening   About mice and buildings built by men   Cities are sentences that haunt me   Book thieves, foreign movies… the line is thin between memories and reverie   The fog has lifted the rain felt soft [...]

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Drawn on Coffee

One more post before the month is over. I still have a lot of sketches to share and  am working on finding time to do some more collages (wow, the previous sentence needs to have more conviction to it!). Lots of changes going on around the world…. I am just sitting and seeing it all turn. [...]

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Chiaroscuro Truths (Occhi Blu Capelli Neri)

  The measure of a good book is its ability to haunt us. I have been delinquent; the past few days’ in-between moments, usually dedicated to art and this blog, stolen away by a classic charmer of a book, Jane Eyre. Yet I have been thinking, almost pining, for another book –and the time and the place [...]

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Calling all the Archangels

The Archangel Michael leads the Army of God. According to Wikipedia, {argh}. Michael is an Archangel in the Christian, Islamic, and Hebrew traditions. He is the patron of the warrior. I love the power of iconic images, the symbolism of the Catholic faith I have left behind yet respect in its ability to give visual [...]

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Fading to Cheshire: An Art Exorcise

From Disney’s Alice in Wonderland (1951). Cheshire Cat: Oh, by the way, if you’d really like to know, he went that way.  Alice: Who did?  Cheshire Cat: The White  Rabbit.  Alice: He did? Cheshire Cat: He did what?  Alice: Went that way.   Cheshire Cat: Who did?   Alice: The White Rabbit.   Cheshire Cat: What rabbit?   Alice: [...]

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Coffee is my Aeroplane

I too am having one of those days weeks.  Monday with Les Misérables. Something about the number 17, a confounded number that brings misfortune and mishaps in Italian lore. Coffee is one of those rituals that encourages pondering, aids concentration–perhaps even mindfulness– and never fails, at least for this aficionada, to lift the spirit.   Sometimes, some [...]

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Muted Mood with the Graces

Today was a quiet, subdued day.  Very winter in spring. I finished the audiobook for Dan Brown’s ‘The Lost Symbol’ (good yarn, interesting theories-some heard before- anticlimactic ending) and painted for a couple of hours.  Since I am specialized in becoming engrossed in whatever is not on my to-do list (one of my dear,wise  students [...]

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Words…Words…Words…..Swords

It is said that the tragedy of Hamlet is consumed between ‘words’ and ‘swords’. Words, words, words murmur the duelling characters… Some may say words are swords, of the most insidious kind, and that that which is uttered – or written- has a potential for far more damage than a weapon meant to plunge in [...]

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