Monday, May 1, 2017
I spent Saturday at the Carnegie Arts Center in Turlock with about 30 very creative National League of American Pen women, a great meeting sharing creative ideas and ideas to grow our membership. How to attract the younger artist and writers was a focus. Strong branches is what we strive for. A local art show was taking place at the center with amazing works. Not one to pass up a little shopping, we stopped in a quaint shop called Needful Things and it was a real treasure. Of course I came home with delicious soy candles and a few vintage items. Try Turlock the next time you find yourself in that area.
Thursday, April 27, 2017
Who Are Pen Women? I am a member. We are professional writers, journalists, painters, sculptors, dancers, musicians, choreographers, art teachers, theater and film directors and many others from all creative fields. We are more than 1,600 members across the United States, both at large and in more than 80 branches. We are passionate about encouraging and engaging with other creative women, improving our craft, enriching our communities and through arts programs and education, and supporting and inspiring future generations of creative women through school programs, scholarships and mentorships. Currently I am the President of the Northern California Branches. Check out our local website www.nlapwsantaclarabranch.org.
Monday, April 17, 2017
I have often said that sharing a meal could change the world. Imagine sitting with total strangers and having your senses and your soul nourished. Well, I had the great fortune to do just that, with old friends and friends I had not seen for some time. We laughed, we talked, we ate and then we started it all over again. A good time was had by all. Start those meals, just because and change our world one bite at a time!.
Friday, April 7, 2017
My Poem-"Antique Play" All all exists free- Echoed through the night- Our nightly treat of nasturtiums- A drop of sweetness- Dean knew for sure- My favorite of course was honey sorrel- Grass seeds on your back- Told of many loves- Pull a grass sheath to whistle past dark- Cardboard boxes- A fast slide- Ole Tank Hill was full of speed- Treasures and joy filled an empty cable spool- Let go down Ole Tank Hill- Run like the wind- Sliding down icy redwood walks- The ole Zenith radio blasting country twang- Olympic school opened arms- Stop to chat with Mr. Brown- A janitor was safe- Stacks of hay- Arms stretched making paths- Crawling with play- Found an old steamer trunk- A treasure trove of broken pieces- All all exists free-
Saturday, December 3, 2016
This week has been filled with creative moments. I took my own advice and motivated myself. I have been the keeper of old family stories for years. My parents and grandparents were all great storytellers. I have always seen the world around me in color and became a storyteller as well. Speaking in vivid color the same way I use my paint brush. During my childhood my neighborhood was filled with people from all over the world. A wonderful mix of cultures. It was never about things but experiences for me. My passion for art was fueled by my surroundings. I always carried a piece of paper to capture a moment, whether it was pearls of wisdom as my grandmother would say or an image that stayed in my head. To this day nothing has changed. I am still jotting down things that I want to recall for a special time. I paint to bring back those moments.