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ART AND LOVE MEAN THE SAME THING

It’s no secret I love old things. My place has filled with items I have collected over the years. I always favor the unusual and love to imagine the hidden history behind the objects. Today I discovered two pictures in … Continue reading

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THE SMELL OF NOSTALGIA

  It’s remarkable how scents can take you right back to a moment in time and you are re living it in every sense of the word. That’s how I felt this morning when I finally unpacked a carton that … Continue reading

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BEADING BY THE SEA

Today isn’t just another day.Today I will create something beautiful… I love having a day surrounded by beads and bits of sea glass. Collecting after a storm especially in the winter months  is one of my favorite things to do.. … Continue reading

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A VINTAGE AFFAIR

These days I find myself drawn to antique and vintage collectibles, so much so that I almost feel displaced in time. Antique and vintage are both terms that refer to an object that can give us a glimpse of what … Continue reading

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YOU CAN’T SELL YOUR DREAMS

In ancient times the Greeks and the Romans believed in the importance of dreams to give information about past, present and future events. A dream is something you’ll remember when you first wake up. It fades over a few hours … Continue reading

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THE ART OF THE UNKNOWN

I wasn’t sure I knew where I was going with Visual Medicine.  A fellow soul traveler took me along on what he promised would be a memorable journey.  It’s a creative spiritual practice using a simple yet stunning painting technique. … Continue reading

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YOUR SHADOW IS EMPTY

I cannot begin this picture, Brushes rest beside my easel. The day began quiet then strayed.   This tempest of past storms, So intimate and piercing. I cannot comprehend, Where lies the treason.   His soul must be dark and … Continue reading

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LATE BLOOMER

I’ve been painting this morning and I stepped back to take a look at my work and realized that it seemed normal to begin my day now with my paintbrush in hand. I set my coffee aside and dug out … Continue reading

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