Monday, September 18, 2017

Green Tea & Jethro

I took a break from writing and did a quick sketch of my friend Susan's horse - Jethro. Susan died a couple years ago, but I think of her often. She loved that horse.

Hide a Book Day! 
You might just find this book somewhere near the Grandview Grind Coffee Shop!

Monday, August 1, 2016

Weathered Mural - Cassablanca, Morocco

Among the spattering of French colonial buildings in Casablanca is urban sprawl and poverty. This is not a tourist destination, and our being there was received with a mix of puzzlement and delight. 

As we walked the streets, people thanked us for visiting their country. For me, this Weathered Muralwith its fountain and palm trees, depicts the shrouded beauty of the city.

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Thursday, February 18, 2016

Friendly Touch

Tarifa is a seaside town on the southern most point of Spain where visitors blend with locals, sipping coffee under colorful umbrellas. While sitting at an outdoor cafe, I spotted this cat enjoying the Friendly Touch of a young boy.

At night, Tarifa comes alive. Happy Hour begins at 
10:00 P.M., and the Moorish structures that appeared abandoned and boarded up by day, open, and hundreds of people spill into the streets to party.

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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Woodcarver's Son

This boy is the son of Henry Wallace, a well-known wood sculptor in the Red Bays community of Andros Island in the Bahamas.The Bahamian government considers Henry a living legend, and I am fortunate to have one of his wood carvings displayed in my home. 

In this oil pastel of the Woodcarver's Son, I am drawn to the little boy's eyes. Over the years, this child has been the impetus for many of my paintings.

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Monday, February 1, 2016

Mint Tea and Gazelle Horns

Mint Tea and Gazelle Horns 
We took a ferry from Tarifa, Spain, across the Strait of Gibraltar, to Tangier in Northern Africa. At the outbreak of WWII, Tangier had been a breeding ground for espionage and became a rendezvous point for spies. 
We stayed at a guest house located in the heart of the Kasbah on the highest peak of the Medina (ancient walled city). We were escorted to the rooftop terrace, where our arrival was celebrated with an offering of Mint Tea and Gazelle Horns (crescent-shaped pastries).

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Monday, November 24, 2014

The Cafe - Arles, France

From Arles, we took a bus to Saint Remy de Provence and walked from the city center to Saint-Paul de Mausolée which is the asylum where Vincent van Gogh was once a patient. During his time at the asylum, Van Gogh painted les Iris, a piece of art that explodes with vibrant hues of purple and blue. From the asylum, we strolled back to town and had lunch at a quaint French cafe. Just inside The Cafe was a weathered table topped with a vase of lush purple flowers, reminding me of the brilliant purple and blue irises in Van Gogh's painting.

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