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Water Lily Inspirations

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Never knowing when and where inspiration will strike leaves me open to new ideas. Even though Mother Inspiration is a fickle muse, she is often generous, and appropriate thankfulness must be given. Which is why the waiting room of a local medical clinic with an unadorned expanse of gray-brown wall space called to me. It conjured colorful visions in my mind of Monetish water lily … Continue reading

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Sketching in Paris, and at Home

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J’aime Paris! Our trip to Paris was everything I could have imagined, and more. We saw ART. We saw more ART. And then we saw even more ART. In between we steeped ourselves in thousands of years of history–something that doesn’t exist in our brand-spanking new country–relatively speaking. The immensity of French Catholic traditions embraced every step I took, from the votive candles gently flickering … Continue reading

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Je suis Toute (I am Whole), and French, at Last

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The French language is a beautiful thing to learn, speak and hear. I spoke it fluently as a child (I’m told) and struggled through two years of French classes in high school. My teacher, Miss Golden, was a flamboyant, scarf-wearing, perfumed and bleached-blonde dynamo who scribbled verb conjugations on the blackboard at lightening speed. Alors, the fact my Dad couldn’t afford my share of a summer … Continue reading

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Je Suis Toute (I Am Whole)

Je suis Toute

She is calm and whole in a green and peaceful place. Our lives are an assimilation of family, culture, beliefs and experiences, leading us to believe in what we are. Discovering one’s self can be easier for some, than for others. For me, the process seems more like eliminating what I am not, in order to understand what I am. What a person is, is … Continue reading

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