Bemused by the Bidet

Today is our last day in Spain and while R works on his profoundly beautiful watercolor of a wine press Continue reading →

The Radical Rebirth of S

I Painted with Turmeric Paste It had been several years since we’d been up on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia. Continue reading →

Arctic Prelude: Five Easy Pieces

It’s been a while since I last wrote.  Allow me to catch you up. Near the end of August, when Continue reading →

Indigo Blues

For months, I had a sense of something disturbing. I’d be watering the tomatoes, stomping to Caspar Babypants with a Continue reading →

What about the wind?

“You embrace me and I forget you because we are one and will go on facing the wind together…”  Pablo Continue reading →

I am Not a Clumper!

A self-appointed expert once told me that there are two kinds of bamboo, clumpers and travelers.  Clumpers, like the handsome Continue reading →

All the World’s Not Necessarily a Page

“…my sketchbooks are very precious to me, and I can’t imagine losing one. It would be like losing a part of Continue reading →

Is it Tuesday or Duende?

We’ve lost track of time here in Andalucía. Or rather, we have a magical sense of it. Sure, there’s the Continue reading →