Sweets of Talents from Sirce Kwai
The Whale is my Native American Medicine card pulled during meditational inquiry: “What do I focus on in my new life?” The recent birth of my grandchild, Kara, is the beginning of my new life also. In review of my Continue Reading …
Most of my students come from immigrant families. Many are immigrants themselves. My family were immigrants. Looking back on my America, I was raised during the “Melting Pot” era when everyone’s immigrant background was stuffed away and hidden to take Continue Reading …
I messed up. On this one, the child was younger, which means the head is just a tad too long. Children are rounder at the age I teach them. But he’ll grow into that stature. This is a young Portuguese Continue Reading …
I was addicted to LINE since I was about 5 years old. Dragging pencil line across rougher art paper is a sensual drag. It was the pleasure of friction. I felt this very young. I always imagined that my veins Continue Reading …
The sparrow sized bird flew into my classroom. Instantly, it realized it was caught in a room and flew frantically in circles. It landed a few times on my American Flag and when tired, it rested on the neat piles Continue Reading …
Perfection. Mark Surloff was hired to shoot buildings at NASA. He planted his tripod and shot. This photograph resulted. On a normal day, Mark shoots and shares brilliant mall reflectives. Or he’ll shoot humor into what he sees around the Continue Reading …
The female figure has been the archetype for grace in form. Sitting on south Florida beaches, one does not often find a female that inspires grace in paintings. I’m not being harsh on the women at the beach: I’m delighted Continue Reading …
It’s very hard to see yourself. In fact, it’s impossible. You cannot see yourself anymore than I can see myself. It is the nature of our human eyes fixed inside our skulls that do not pivot or maneuver outside our Continue Reading …
Although this piece is about how the eye travels through a painting, my chin was on the ground. The beach surf wasn’t especially dramatic on this day. Gentle, regular low surf broke on the sand. The seaweed laced the edges Continue Reading …
Children are natural engineers of sand. That little boy might as well be wearing a hard hat for the effort of sand movement he’s about to dig into. His older sister has already figured out that hydraulics help the formation Continue Reading …