To know me is to know that I love words.
To know me is to know that I love good writing. Writing that mourns with those who mourn or shouts hallelujahs to the glorious-ness of life.
And to know me is to know that I am patriotic — well before it was the fad du jour.
And so [...]
I got this in an e-mail. I thought it was interesting — especially interesting in the fact that this wasn’t touted all over news-dom. Had it been Bush, I’m sure that a video clip like this would be splashed all over our TV screens for weeks ad nauseam.
All rock salt and empty paint bucket artists beware. There’s a new kid on the block showing off. He’s sharp. His work is sharp. Both metaphorically and physically.
Gone are the empty buckets of paint hanging from the ceiling. Thanks goodness. The new display is mostly of paintings. However, there’s one display that I found very [...]
When I saw this picture posted on my daughter’s blog, I felt I just HAD to post it here. What a sweet granddaughter!!
First it was rock salt. In clear Plexiglas cubes. Spaced on the floor in a grid pattern. That was an art display in our Harris Fine Arts Center here on campus. Everyday as I walked to the organ lab to practice (Christmas music . . .), I puzzled over the artistic-ness [...]