Ill never forget our trip to Mexico City for your French Visa visit, just after we had read that book about Mary Cassat forever in love with Edgar Degas. I picked the perfect museum that happened to have them both displayed in all their glory. It was magical. Art brings people together, can evoke emotions good and not so good, inspire, excite and so much more. Im so glad you shared the art of your small yet so meaningful collection. I remember them all so well. Cant wait to see what you might add to your collection next. Why not simply photograph what you love for now and share with us. Enjoy my friend, enjoy. You are in the land of amazing art and artist. XO
Yes, I remember that wonderful trip, too, and that amazing Carlos Slim museum. It was over the top. You understand art, you create art, you study art, your life is a testament to the power of art. I’m so glad that you have it in your life! The picture of the house on the water is my only French piece…so far!
Thank you amiga for introducing me to these wonderful paintings from your personal collection! I love your balcon setting... my favorite way to spend time w/ a friend. Perhaps some day again!
Absolutely heart-warming, mi amiga. Beautiful paintings for a beautiful person. Thank you for sharing those with us. Some of those I don't remember seeing in your place here in Mexico - not the new ones, obviously. I love what you've done to your petite balcony. Big hugs, Blue💙
Hi, Blue….yes all of this art was in Mexico except for the one French piece of the house on the water. We were always too busy yakking and drinking wine for you to notice much!!!
My goodness, most of our family’s winter vacations were spent in Florida. When I was very young we spent our time in Palm Beach where my grandfather’s house was and my uncle lived in West Palm Beach. We stayed in Boca mostly. I remember drinking from the “colored’s only” fountain in the park just to aggravate my mother. Mostly to retaliate against her yelling at me when I picked up coins or whatever off the ground, as children are want to do. I can still hear her yell, “Put that down and go wash your hands, you don’t know which n£&*er touched that last. Anyway, after I grew up and left my parents house the minute I was 18, I eventually returned to Florida to visit my parents when they had retired from Chicago to Clearwater Beach near Tampa. One trip I stayed in their old condo, they had moved to a 55+ community in New Port Richie. I brought a bunch of friends with me one trip, we took turns driving so it was non stop from Chicago to Tampa. On the way I remember the four of us silly gay boyz stopping for gas in Rural Georgia. I told my friends to keep their mouths shut when we got to the gas station. The minute I rolled down the window, my friend Jim Clark asked in a loud voice, “Could you fluff the tires and dust underneath the hood?” I thought we were going to die right then and there. Anyway, once we were ensconced in the condo, we spent a day in Pass a Grill. The beach was wonderfully populated with all sorts of folks, there was only one restaurant that served the best greasy grilled hamburgers ever and during twilight it was customary to swim naked. I only thought a remote beach on Maui, HI was the place for such things in the USA. lol. So that is my long reaction to your story, void of anything to do with art.
Art is very personalized. You are unique with a unique history and experiences so your art choices will reflect that. (I love many of your paintings by the way. The others I appreciate, but don't connect with my experiences.)
As a creative and now painter (watercolor and acrylic) I've decided that my task is to create artwork as inspiration sparks. The universe's job is to connect the person with the piece that speaks to him/her/them. That way, I focus on the creative journey and leave the rest to the universe. A lot less ego and anxiety in the whole process.
Putting my house on the market on May 15. Scrambling to clear everything out per the realtor and get everything sorted for the shippers. (I am very close to completing my apartment rental contract in France. I will text you when it's official.)
Yes, Lonnie…we always get too busy to appreciate the small stuff. It takes commitment to remember to look at the beauty around us. I’m concentrating on it because it lifts my mood when worries about the world play prominently in my mind. I hope you are doing well; I miss seeing you!
Art, like books and music, feeds the soul. I like being surrounded by beauty, and also by things with a history…it’s grounding.
Well done!
Ill never forget our trip to Mexico City for your French Visa visit, just after we had read that book about Mary Cassat forever in love with Edgar Degas. I picked the perfect museum that happened to have them both displayed in all their glory. It was magical. Art brings people together, can evoke emotions good and not so good, inspire, excite and so much more. Im so glad you shared the art of your small yet so meaningful collection. I remember them all so well. Cant wait to see what you might add to your collection next. Why not simply photograph what you love for now and share with us. Enjoy my friend, enjoy. You are in the land of amazing art and artist. XO
Yes, I remember that wonderful trip, too, and that amazing Carlos Slim museum. It was over the top. You understand art, you create art, you study art, your life is a testament to the power of art. I’m so glad that you have it in your life! The picture of the house on the water is my only French piece…so far!
Your little apartment looks so cozy and welcoming with your fond memories, past and present surrounding you!Enjoy ☀️🖼💐
Abrazos amiga, PattiO
Thanks, Patti…I’m content and happy. I hope that you are, too!
Thank you amiga for introducing me to these wonderful paintings from your personal collection! I love your balcon setting... my favorite way to spend time w/ a friend. Perhaps some day again!
Love & light along your way🎶💕
I am hoping to see you on my balcony one day! I miss seeing you and hope that your health is good, and that you are happy. I send my very, very best.
Absolutely heart-warming, mi amiga. Beautiful paintings for a beautiful person. Thank you for sharing those with us. Some of those I don't remember seeing in your place here in Mexico - not the new ones, obviously. I love what you've done to your petite balcony. Big hugs, Blue💙
Hi, Blue….yes all of this art was in Mexico except for the one French piece of the house on the water. We were always too busy yakking and drinking wine for you to notice much!!!
I really like all your art, Susan! I do believe we’re in agreement there 💕💕💕
My goodness, most of our family’s winter vacations were spent in Florida. When I was very young we spent our time in Palm Beach where my grandfather’s house was and my uncle lived in West Palm Beach. We stayed in Boca mostly. I remember drinking from the “colored’s only” fountain in the park just to aggravate my mother. Mostly to retaliate against her yelling at me when I picked up coins or whatever off the ground, as children are want to do. I can still hear her yell, “Put that down and go wash your hands, you don’t know which n£&*er touched that last. Anyway, after I grew up and left my parents house the minute I was 18, I eventually returned to Florida to visit my parents when they had retired from Chicago to Clearwater Beach near Tampa. One trip I stayed in their old condo, they had moved to a 55+ community in New Port Richie. I brought a bunch of friends with me one trip, we took turns driving so it was non stop from Chicago to Tampa. On the way I remember the four of us silly gay boyz stopping for gas in Rural Georgia. I told my friends to keep their mouths shut when we got to the gas station. The minute I rolled down the window, my friend Jim Clark asked in a loud voice, “Could you fluff the tires and dust underneath the hood?” I thought we were going to die right then and there. Anyway, once we were ensconced in the condo, we spent a day in Pass a Grill. The beach was wonderfully populated with all sorts of folks, there was only one restaurant that served the best greasy grilled hamburgers ever and during twilight it was customary to swim naked. I only thought a remote beach on Maui, HI was the place for such things in the USA. lol. So that is my long reaction to your story, void of anything to do with art.
Art is very personalized. You are unique with a unique history and experiences so your art choices will reflect that. (I love many of your paintings by the way. The others I appreciate, but don't connect with my experiences.)
As a creative and now painter (watercolor and acrylic) I've decided that my task is to create artwork as inspiration sparks. The universe's job is to connect the person with the piece that speaks to him/her/them. That way, I focus on the creative journey and leave the rest to the universe. A lot less ego and anxiety in the whole process.
Putting my house on the market on May 15. Scrambling to clear everything out per the realtor and get everything sorted for the shippers. (I am very close to completing my apartment rental contract in France. I will text you when it's official.)
See you soon!
Thank you Susan, for reminding me to look, appreciate and remember.
Abrazos! L
Yes, Lonnie…we always get too busy to appreciate the small stuff. It takes commitment to remember to look at the beauty around us. I’m concentrating on it because it lifts my mood when worries about the world play prominently in my mind. I hope you are doing well; I miss seeing you!