“Paris Roses – the painting from my first studio in the garage.” My first art studio was in the back of our garage. No more painting just on the dining room table, it was time for a special place set aside, just for me to paint in. This was eleven...
Filoli as we head into fall Where we live in Marin County, California, it is a sea of blue – political blue. I don’t know the percentages, but overall, California leans towards the liberal end of the spectrum, the San Francisco Bay Area even more so, and Marin is...
My fresh tortilla soup – the recipe is at the bottom of this post “Love people, cook them tasty food.” As I shared in a post about my love of cooking a couple of years ago, this is what the only bumper sticker on my car says. It’s from Penzey’s, the spice...
“Heather, a Friday group artist, painting cherry blossoms – whether she thinks so or not, this is sacred practice.” start with a confession. I didn’t paint two more days – this past Saturday or Sunday. I share this not as a mea culpa, but because of...
“Hula, found her home this weekend – it’s always poignant to say goodbye to these paintings I spend all those hours with.” Last week in my coaching group call the conversation arose about what constitutes a “healing business.” Implicit in the...
One, big apple – just in time for back-to-school. Last Wednesday, just after posting about how I was able to be really productive by not making myself do anything, but shifting gears to keep myself fresh and engaged, I called foul on myself. I had been using...
