From within the black void, my radiant consciousness stirs. This flutter kindles a smoldering ember, fragile as the wisp of smoke that gently undulates around me. For I am the Ember! Flames erupt and transform me from glowing, white-coated ash to deep crimson to scarlet to yellow to blinding light that pushes back the darkness.
Read MoreI remember lifting the crisp cardboard, yellow and green, rectangular box top and thrilling to every Crayola Crayon color name:The Exotics like- Prussian Blue, Aquamarine, Sepia, Mulberry, Mahogany, Thistle, Terracotta, Cornflower, and Periwinkle. Or the comfortingly descriptive: Lemon yellow, Forest Green, Orange, Plum, Sky Blue, Grey, Black, and the exquisitely subtle White. Then there were
Read MoreThe Old Man in the MountainI remember reading in bed one night when the radio announcer said, “The Old Man in the Mountain has just slipped from the rockface and is now nothing more than a pile of granite rubble.” I was stunned! Not The Old Man in the Mountain? It had been carved by glacial erosion
Read MoreIf there is a way to cover it with art, I will. This is my kitchen wall. I started painting this mural back in Newburyport while caring for my ill Mother. I used 3 Bainbridge board panels so they would be movable. Like I tell the kids if you have an Imagination you are never
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