Path of Desire
The past few weeks the phrase "path of desire" has been roaming around my head. I'm not sure where I first heard the term, but the way I have come to understand it is a path of desire is like
Upcycling: going beyond the 3 R’s (Reduce, Reuse, Recycle)
After a busy past six weeks of teaching classes, shows and sales I took a little pause this week and looked through some magazines that I had marked with post it's, and leafed through clipping ideas torn from catalogs. The
November: from extrovert to introvert on only 30 days
I offer my November painting a few days into December due to the fall of Fridays and blog posting. But in contemplating the month clear through the end, November has revealed something to me in it’s vibrant colors, crisp mornings,
2 Dogs, 1 Goat and a Moment of Serenity
This November week has been filled with, to do’s and deadlines. This Saturday I have a booth at a wine/food/art festival and needed to get art as well as my entire display set-up ready. I needed to make up more
Where are You From? I’m Not Sure!
Recently an Americorp team came to stay and work here at the Bishop's Ranch for six weeks. Their first evening we had a little social for Ranch staff and the Americorp crew. As a conversation starter we were asked to
A Babble of Blackbirds, a Symphony of Starlings
[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8m5eNNZ_v4M&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL] Well something is in the air now that November is here. And though it hasn’t gotten particularly cold yet the mischievous wind is running all over the hills playing tag with the dancing leaves, stirring up electricity that is both
October, a Slow Striptease
I’ve been meditating on the meaning of October these past few weeks as I worked on my ode. This October has been typical of other years, swinging from rain in the beginning of the month only to spin and twirl
October Moonrise: One of the Wonders of the World
A few nights ago as I stood on this lovely hilltop I call home, I was witness to one of the seven (thousandmillion) wonders of the world, an enormous pumpkin moon rising over the hills in the east. It happened
Click Your Ruby Slippers & Chant “There’s No Place Like Home”
I’ve been thinking about what home means this past week. It is a loose thread I’ve been pulling in both art and mental wanderings and this sweater of an idea is still unraveling in my mind, but I’ll do my
Rain washed and wiped clean, the first rain comes
Well the rain has come to Northern California this week and it feels good and right and bright, like a fresh, clean start. For those of you not familiar with the region the rains generally stop in May and