Author: Constance

HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

HOW DID YOU DO THAT?

HOW DID YOU DO THAT? I recently started posting my artwork on Instagram, and have found it to be a sort of memory-lane @ Deja Vu experience. Oils, watercolors, drawings, tesserae pieces, digital images, toons, and doodles, … you name it, they all hang out in my photo library awaiting an opportunity to be shared. When…

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DOGWOOD DAYS

DOGWOOD DAYS

My understanding is that when one practices the art of meditation while in the woods, stretched out on a bed of moss, one is Forest Bathing. Apparently, the sense of peace is quite profound. I am sure it is an amazing experience. However, as I am having more and more difficulty getting up from a…

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CELTIC CROSSES

CELTIC CROSSES

This photo was taken in Ireland, where weathered Celtic stonework remains as a permanent record of mankind’s encounter with capricious death. There are fields of them, those beautiful Celtic crosses. They all look the same but are individual in their beauty. They are evidence of the importance and gravity of death, and man’s recognition of…

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RECREATING ECHOES

RECREATING ECHOES

    Show of Small Works  –  Opening Night Reception It is a nasty night with snow icing up the roads and windows. The gallery is mobbed, awash with winterized bodies. Like anonymous bundles from Amazon clad in all- weather packaging, they pile up just inside the door, looking stunned by the sheer press of…

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IT’ RIGHT HERE OVER THERE

IT’ RIGHT HERE OVER THERE

I am currently having my kitchen floor replaced, and am living in what closely resembles Alice’s rabbit hole. (An appropriate metaphor as they started work the day after Easter, and my first line of defense against insanity was a chocolate Easter Bunny and carrot cake.) It turns out that all my carefully laid plans to…

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DREAMING IN ITALIAN

DREAMING IN ITALIAN

Last year at this time I was dithering about what I needed to do before we left for Italy. Granted the prospects of travel were diminishing exponentially every day, as the pandemic took hold of the world. But at that time there was still what we thought might be a sliver of an opportunity, or…

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SNOW EPIPHANY

SNOW EPIPHANY

For those of you out walking this afternoon, I will miss seeing you, but I did my walk earlier than usual so as to avoid the so-called SNOW EVENT that looms over the afternoon hours. Excuse me … what exactly is a Snow Event, other than an inane use of the English language? Why not…

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BYE BYE 2020

BYE BYE 2020

I recall at the beginning of the year, a friend e-mailed an alert about how, when dating documents, one needed to use 2020 in full. It turns out altering records would be too easy if we simply used the abbreviated 0/0/20. At the time I thought, “How prissy is that? Not just another year, oh…

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WHAT LIES BE…

WHAT LIES BE…

These days it is just me and my shadow … updated and socially distanced … commuting between my chair, the fridge, and the phone. However, after much thought, I have to say it is more like … just me and my shadow group of isolation special limited edition friends and neighbors. Our bubble of shared…

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SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

SENTIMENTAL JOURNEY

As a child, I watched my Grandmother stich and sew, employing her hands to good effect creating beautiful and useful hand work. The fruits of her labors … the quilts and pillows and aprons and tablecloths and tea towels and dresses … were woven into the fabric of my life. Some, like the tablecloths, were…

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