When I was a little girl dinner was at 5:00 o’clock each evening. We would sit at our places at the table and waited for my father if necessary, but dinner happened when he got home. Meals were simple, home cooked, and the time together was important. A country doctor, it seemed every meal involved…
Making It Mine
Sculpting…
It feels like you’re tearing away dross when one first begins to sculpt. No gentle sloping or smoothing, but tearing, pulling, removing that which is so easily seen as not a part of the artist’s plan. Tearing, slicing, removing the excess which is unnecessary to the new structure. Shapeless, the rectangle of clay cannot…
#Just 7
Friday’s are a day I try very hard personally to take time out to encourage and appreciate those who have been meaningful in my day, week, or life. This week on a whim, I began the #Just7 project. To use Twitter and Google + as another tool to encourage and affirm the good things and…