Monthly Archives: December 2009

Articulate colors and shimmering words

It’s been about 46 years so I could be wrong, but I believe my earliest experiences with painting in school–probably in 1st grade–firmly established my unwavering and unconditional adoration of the color I now identify as cobalt blue.  Although I already … Continue reading

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Let’s give a cheer for drear . . .

Another one of those dim and chill end-of-December days.  What happens to me in winter is what happens to the landscape, things that grow: I go into semi-hibernation; I channel my inner bear.  Darkness, sleep, blankets, oatmeal and hot chocolate.  Give … Continue reading

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what has it gots in its artses?

I know I said that today’s post would be on art and vacation.  As I sit here at 9:07 AM, still in my time-chewn slippers and faded cobalt blue bathrobe, a view of high overcast and the tops of tall … Continue reading

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what has it gots in its artses? part 2

Okay, I confess.  I painted.  And now I feel guilty about it.  Just a little bit. What’s up with that? Just the usual low-grade rantings of my puritanical soul, insisting that a day of sloth is like . . . … Continue reading

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Is it stoup?

After the holiday excess of the past few days, and having finally been convinced that fudge is not a food group unto itself, it sure is nice to sniff the wondrously aromatic chicken stoup* my husband cooked up this afternoon … Continue reading

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