I am one who as a toddler crossing the BIG WATER was so tossed and jostled on a Stuttgart-bound ocean liner that a new verb, bimbam, was created. “No bimbam, Mommy!”
In Germany, I watched our housekeeper spill black ink on my mother’s white linen tablecloth, causing cacophonic chaos and also an exquisite Rorschach.
These indelible experiences continue to manifest themselves in my passion for traveling to exotic places like the Penghu Islands of Taiwan, Anakiwa, New Zealand and the pristine white villages of Andalucía, Spain; my love of writing magical realism and poetry; and an insatiable addiction to all forms of art.
I also spend gobs of time in Interior Alaska chasing my grandson, little r (giving his parents a break), in Taipei, galavanting with my handsome son, and in Mexico, where I learned to make tortillas by hand and paint watercolors using cerveza for water. Cervezacolors?
Welcome to Still Life with Tortillas!