The older I get, the more I savor the past. It’s not specifically the whirlwind and mind-boggling speed with which time tears past, but more about the disappearance of things beloved. My house, designed & built from my and my children’s imaginations, is filled with talismans of all of our childhoods. If you popped by …
Pointing the diving rod towards the essence of our nourishment here in my petite famille – caught in sight would be a kaleidoscopic stone soup brimming over with color, texture, culture, pastoral, city energy, farm calm, sputtering nature, & flip flip flipping pages of book after book. We’d be mired in fragrant garlic, onions, …
I never identified as being a Creative. That pool of humanity always seemed slightly out of reach to me, totally separate from how I viewed myself during my first few decades of life. I remember slotting artists as an intimidating and brooding set of people that, both avidly and dismissively, hung around professors, galleries, theatre …
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