In search of meaning, one small step at a time

December 16, 2014

I read recently that “Danny Glover dedicates every performance to someone – it might be Nelson Mandela or the old man who guards the stage door – but he is always working for someone other than himself. This focus gives his acting purpose and makes his work rich.” Struggling to get through my own daily […]

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Big Ben The Elephant

December 5, 2014

I’m currently on sabbatical and indulging in a personal Renaissance.  I feel like a kid in a candy store with the luxury of time to read, write and paint like a mad-woman. It’s as if a decade’s worth of child’s play has been unleashed and the five-year old me is back with a vengeance. I haven’t […]

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Picasso – Nude Woman with Necklace

November 12, 2014

His art is fearless. Art for art’s sake. Authentic. Shameless. Bold.

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Happiness and the Art of Embracing Sadness

September 11, 2014
Daily painting mediation

I’ve had an epiphany. I’m not certain if I read this somewhere or if I conjured it up in my head with the confluence of many books about the subject. I’ve scoured my reading lists and bookmarks and can’t find the article it originated from. Wisdom, in whatever form, comes to us in whispers and […]

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The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock by TS Eliot

February 8, 2014

Because sometimes reading poetry out loud all by yourself is so luxurious it makes you feel rich. Here are my favorite lines from T.S. Eliot’s haunting poem about unrequited love and life unlived. LET us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a […]

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London under beautiful light

February 4, 2014

“Sir, if you wish to have a just notion of the magnitude of this city, you must not be satisfied with seeing its great streets and squares, but must survey the innumerable little lanes and courts. It is not in the showy evolutions of buildings, but in the multiplicity of human habitations which are crowded […]

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London, why do I love thee?

January 23, 2014

Because no matter how impractical, I am always compelled to take the longest possible route from point A to B.  In a city so hectic it seems the only natural reaction is to live slowly, to take it all in, to wander and absorb. There is art, history, a heritage of something lost and permanent […]

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This is Water by David Foster Wallace

October 11, 2013

[quote]”You get to consciously decide what has meaning and what doesn’t” – David Foster Wallace[/quote] this is water by david foster wallace from charles roderick on Vimeo. I love commencement speeches. I’m somewhat of a collector. This one by David Foster Wallace hits so close to home that it makes me feel uncomfortable. Nearly a […]

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