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The thingness of things

I think about art all the time. I can’t remember a time in my life when I couldn’t draw, or when I didn’t love making things. When I made my living as a printmaker, my bread and butter was my … Continue reading

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Art Therapy Day

The third Monday of every month is Art Therapy Day for a small group of us. We’ve been doing this for a few months now, taking a day where we get together and play with art stuff, eat a potluck … Continue reading

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Such a lovely yellow spot

When I was perhaps ten or eleven years old, I read an article in Reader’s Digest about the painter August Renoir. The article was written by his granddaughter, and in it she spoke of painting with her grandfather when she … Continue reading

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Me and Popeye

I’m not exactly a spring chicken, even if you leave out the fact that I was born in the winter. That winter was fifty-eight years ago, less a few weeks, so I’ve been around the block a time or two. … Continue reading

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Wundergeezers

Somewhere I have a book of Judith Viorst’s poems. In one of them she laments that she is getting older without having achieved anything wonderful. The last line is about how nobody will ever say “And she did it so … Continue reading

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Always becoming

When I was a small girl, five years old or younger, I knew I wanted to be an artist, both a visual artist and a writer. I had no role models, nobody I knew who was an artist, but I … Continue reading

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A life in art

I remember a train trip when I was in my twenties. The man sitting across from me was about my age, and we had both studied art. We talked about what we planned to do with our lives. “I’m going … Continue reading

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