Sweets of Talents from Sirce Kwai
It “ain’t heavy; it’s my watercolor.” Florida fresh water canals are many colors. Closer to the ocean, this one has more aqua colors…more pale blue greens. Florida floral landscape often burst off the reds. Sometimes these are native Floridian plants. 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 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 …
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 …
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 …
Rough surf day at the beach. This was a rough painting to accomplish. I’d say it isn’t what I intended but I worked it to where it was as done as it was going to get. More work on it Continue Reading …
I am in this man’s army. He was an ordinary soldier in the U.S. Army. That’s how he presented himself: as an ordinary citizen, soldier, breadwinner and father. However, I found him unique. My Dad was a righteous man. His Continue Reading …
The assisted living facility lunchtime gathering can seem like a long wait. One man took a nap. Sleeping before his lunch was very comfortable on the large sofa. Attendants were in the main hall making sure their oldies were still Continue Reading …
Going into my last relationship, I knew he was a misogynist. I wasn’t afraid of that; the great Degas was a renown misogynist and yet had the best friendship with Mary Cassatt. There seems to be some normalcy to men Continue Reading …