After a few years and two floods, I'm finally painting again. Nothing calms me down better than putting some color on canvas and seeing what crops up. The section of wall to the left of our fireplace has some damage from whatever hung there in the past. It's a rather tall footprint, and I didn't … Continue reading Originals by Synkroniciti: Outgoing Tide
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Quote for Today: John Burroughs
Writing is reporting what we saw after the vision has left us. It is catching the fish which the tide has left far up on our shores in the low and depressed places. --John Burroughs Image © Adityamadhav83 with CCLicense
Synkronciti’s Faerie House Gallery
On the last Saturday of March Synkroniciti had a small gathering to build faerie houses. It was cathartic and fun. We had many folks express interest who were unable to make it, so we are going to build homes for the little people again on June 15th. Shawntil, Kelly and I started working in the … Continue reading Synkronciti’s Faerie House Gallery
Quote for Today: Emily Dickinson
Nature is a haunted house--but Art--a house that tries to be haunted. --Emily Dickinson, Letters Image: Punderson Manor by Katherine McDaniel, 2017
Quote for Today: Marcel Proust
When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child that we were and the souls of the dead from whom we sprang come and shower upon us their riches and their spells, asking to be allowed to contribute to the new emotions which we feel and in which, erasing their former image, … Continue reading Quote for Today: Marcel Proust
My Feathered Friends: Party Shoes and Nesting Shoes
Turning old shoes into pieces of art sounded like fun; I had no idea it would also be therapeutic. Last weekend's Walk in My Shoes Soirée saw the debut of my Party Shoes and Nesting Shoes, two pairs of my old shoes converted into art objects. The process made me reflect on my life... from … Continue reading My Feathered Friends: Party Shoes and Nesting Shoes
Quote for Today: Lyanda Lynn Haupt
Walker-thinkers have found various ways to accommodate the gifts that their walking brings. Caught paperless on his walks in the Czech enclaves of Iowa, maestro Dvořák scribbles the string quartets that visited his brain on his starched white shirt cuffs (so the legend goes). More proactively, Thomas Hobbes fashioned a walking stick for himself … Continue reading Quote for Today: Lyanda Lynn Haupt
