POR AMOR AL ARTE

yo soy me digo en mi propio reflejo corporeo

yo soy en cada instante pasajero

soy un todo de a pedacitos

lo que me hace pensar

que hace el todo?

lo que queda grabado de lo que absorbo?

o no soy nada

ya que en cada instante

me evaporo?

in the art studio most of my evenings these days.  spring was slow in arriving. even the sweet pea seeds are questioning me? 

but two days ago 82 degrees and an escapade to the beach where i found large shards of clam shells to draw on and one perfect flat rock.

alot has gone on since march 17. a trip to the city to take an assemblage workshop with molly meng at french general, among others.

i love what they have done to the city

modernizing it and making it people friendly.  so much so that i invited my daughter and we spent the night.

 i just had to show her and have breakfast at porto's no matter how long the line.

plus they have the best fresh squeezed orange juice in the world. you see, they use the whole orange.

ofcourse we brought home tons of pastries from the bakery.

at night, americana.

with its beautiful water display and a visit to all the expensive shops we don't have locally such as anthropologie.  fell in love with their etched glasses but at $12 a piece had to control myself.  also a pair of reading glasses but they were $32.  crazy.  

and then home again filled with inspiration.

so straight into straightening up the studio a bit more and prepping the tools for a new phase of Full Circle.  

and it's been creative bliss ever since.

photo apps

intentions

a tribute to cezanne

face practices

and a painting or two or three

or four

with a lot of randomness in between