As you can read in the mentor's prompt, one of the directives was to use coils; not my favourite method. I had to make it different somehow, as all I could think of was a coil pot. Even if I closed it on both sides, to me it remained only a cylinder; how could I … Continue reading Secret Memory Box #7 – Memories Intertwined
I had more fun than I thought I would making pinch-pot spheres. it has been years since I made pinch-pots and I don't remember enjoying it. my mentor showed me a new way of doing it and explained how zen it was. Maybe it's because I'm older now, but I finally got it. Moreover, I … Continue reading Secret Memory Box #6 – Segmented Brains
I recently received a question about this old biker jacket I painted back in the late 1980's and it brought forth a surge of memories. Guess what, they felt pretty fun to remember! The great compliment of someone finding interest in something I made so long ago and offering to buy it, if it had … Continue reading Hollow Men Perfecto circa 1980’s
This past Thursday, I got the news that my Uncle Roland passed away after a long illness. What usually happens is a flood of memories pass through my mind. This time was beautifully different and filled me with gratitude. Among the memories I have of my Uncle Roland is an incredibly precious one and one … Continue reading How Do We Celebrate A Life???
Love Is Found In that brief moment before you wake When you imagine your love in your arms. In your first morning coffee When you sense her gentle hand in yours. At the moment you look in the mirror When you picture her admiring eyes on you. In your thoughts throughout the day When you … Continue reading The Madrid Pub Storytellers Club – Love Is Found
School time in early autumn the playground is full but the out of bounds fields are more tempting. The field is more tempting and filled with burrs, but the apple tree proves irresistible We race to be kings on the age old tree by claiming the highest branches Power is kept with an arsenal of … Continue reading Midweek Poems – The Apple Tree
The flames rise to dance anew with the added fodder. Sadness consumes happiness as thoughts feed the flames. Wood to coal to ashes the dance goes on. Thoughts of expectations misleading joy to denial. The flames jump up into the ether their fuel is the air itself. Sad memories linger always feeding on existence and … Continue reading Midweek Poems – Out of Sight Out of Mind?