Sweets of Talents from Sirce Kwai
During a Skype call business meeting last night, I interrupted the call to go out cat herding. The business meeting is where business people get together to discuss strategies in our businesses; this is an important meeting for me. But Continue Reading …
The seaweed march to the tide. The flotilla only had their bottoms washed because yesterday morning’s tide was gentle. On more aggressive tides, the seaweed get marched out to swirling waters where they are provide shade, food and bring color Continue Reading …
The Morning Glories have felt the June heat and have dried up. We usually have downpours starting June 1st here in sunny south Florida but they are delayed. The Morning Glories are early Spring vines. They flourish in April and Continue Reading …
On the hunt to find out the source of the sadness and pain which has ruined my life, I found it in a poem. The poem is by Alden Solovy which became the chant of the last part of Continue Reading …
In the center of my garden is a papaya tree growing. I didn’t plant it. G-d may have; perhaps a squirrel or a passing flying bird dropped seeds. I don’t know. But in the center of my garden is a Continue Reading …
This is color seduction. This plant is positively erotic, passionate, complex and entirely wild. I bought two. Each of the Passiflora pace my garden by the east fence. Before I even put the second plant in the ground, orange Continue Reading …
Depression and sadness are my constant companions. Being the daughter of a slave and being imprinted with her losses birthed me with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Yet I have a sunny disposition. Color seduces me but songs nurture me. Continue Reading …
I did this one all wrong. A normal approach to a pastel is to start with the drawing in linear exploration. Not me with this one: I rushed in where fools tremble pastels to powder…that’s what I did….I grabbed Continue Reading …
Plucked from my garden, this Florida rose is a tea-rose size. I picked it to pose for the Rose pastel for ChiChi. ChiChi is not her full name nor do I know it. But I know this lovely lady from 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 …