The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude.

Friedrich Nietzsche

Good Dog

I love this dog so much….

this weekend

Chris and I headed downtown a few nights ago.  We enjoyed some tasty Lebanese food, then headed to the City Grill for dessert.  We  were surprised with a an available window seat and top notch seats to the fireworks show that starts the Rose Festival.  It was a lovely night. When we left, a young homeless man asked for my leftover..I obliged and he in turn  gave me a poem he had written.

The following evening Chris and I headed off to the movies with his son who is visiting this weekend.  While Chris got tickets, younger Chris and I stopped at food cart to get some Mexican food.  I struck up a conversation with the vendor as I noticed he was wearing a rosary ring. He said the prayer was long and he didn’t say it often, but having faith, believing is enough.

This week has brought much news, some unsettling others brighter, all of it leaves us waiting for the big unknown.  Nothing is ever sure.  Sureness is comforting, but fleeting.

This morning I woke early for work.  My car was dead..a big deal for a Prius. Chris lent me his car and I drove off only to worry all day.  Chris assured me all would be fine.  And this afternoon when I arrived home, it was.

Ku’u Home O Kahalu’u

Even if you’re not from Hawaii, this song will touch your heart deeply…I cry every time I hear it.


This is a piece in progress. This semester has been a good one in that I am learning how to paint more skillfully and intentionally. A few weeks ago my teacher said my painting was hesitant.  Monday she said my work was confident.  I know what she means.  I have been afraid to paint. Afraid of wasting paint and canvas on a bad piece.  But the reality is that you have to earn your skill as a painter.  One has to paint a lot of mediocre and just plain awful works before good art happens.  I have done my share.

a sense of place

art is the only way to run away without leaving home…Twyla Tharp

If you grow up like a nomad, picking up and leaving often, the idea of running away takes on different meaning

learning curve

there are more bad days than good days in art school..

Thank You Austin Kleon


One of the best things I  have read in a long time…truly…click on the link above…trust me, it’s fantastic!


This week in figure painting…abstract..I love abstract.  After a week of realism, this week was lovely.

Too much money makes you miserable…

Being able to get whatever you want makes you awfully unhappy when you can’t get what you want. And if everything is easy, then nothing really matters. The only people who can feel are those who have a sense of what it means to do without.

lessons from Jane Austen