Cricket

       As if having tinnitus is not enough, I have acquired the seemingly dedicated services of a small, green, noisy cricket. I know this small cricket is green because it landed on my arm and I was so shocked that I was unable to shoo it away before it hopped...

Syl Buckel

     I cannot think today of a world without Syl Buckel. He was a neighbor who lived nearby in Audubon Park, an artist with whom I shared studio space at The Cloister, and a friend whose smile made the backbreaking Picture Hanging Days at The Kentucky State Fair Fine...

Talent-Bill Walker

       While setting up their booths at weekend outdoor exhibitions, artists engage in conversations ranging from what new work they will present during the show to favorite recipes from family holiday gatherings.      My favorite memory of an exchange was mostly...

Grandchildren Are Great Teachers 2

       When the Florida family lived in Clearwater, the boys decided to take me out into the woods to explore their favorite hiding places, while I was visiting their home one summer.      They prepared by scraping long sticks on the front sidewalk to sharpen them so...

She’s With Us

     One of my most entertaining ways to help support our non-profit Gallery when operating funds were difficult to manage, was the engaging world of face painting. Over the years I painted all ages from sleeping infants (a photo of my hand and brush stroking a Mickey...

You Didn’t Quit

     How do other people pattern their lives?” I often wonder about that as I notice someone picking out apples at a produce aisle or parking a car in a busy shopping mall lot. From experience, I have learned that I do not see the same way as a lot of those people....