March 2015

Countdown to Mother's Day


Jewels of my Dreams

 Dichroic jewel               The picture before me swirled and out of a thinning blackness, (I could see it if my mind squinted), was a shimmer.  It kept disappearing and then would reemerge in a new part of my darkened visual field like a errant ray of heaven.  There

A Day in the Studio

Artist at work

(This blog should be read with the late Etta James in the background singing "At Last".  If you can't do this, at least let "At Last" roll around in your consciousness, however briefly.)