
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
First Snow
and i wish i was there to watch the snow stick.
one more day, then, i will be home for christmas. oh i can't wait to see the pretty red ribbons and little gold lights on green. even the traffic lights make everything so festive. who doesn't love spending christmas in the city. happy holidays!
IFC Tower II, My Favourite building from home
Architect: César Pelli
Architect: César Pelli
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Achieve
Somebody told me that when you hit a wall, you ought to look back. Now see and learn how far you've come and how much you've grown. So turn back around and find the door.
The ugly (self-portrait in watercolor) 2004
Here's to my very first painting. worst painting too! I even did this one on a grid.
But hey, you've gotta start somewhere right?
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Seeing Old Friends
You never realize how much you've miss them until you see them. This past weekend, I got to see two old friends from high school.
Mormina and Ruwe, Spring 2009, in Acrylics
And you'll always wish that they'd stay just a little longer.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Baseball
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Building a Wardrobe

(bottom: Simplex Munditiis Winter 2006 in Wet Ink, Graphite and Charcoal;
piece inspired by Simplex Muditiis by Ben Johnson 1573-1637
| STILL to be neat, still to be drest, | |
| As you were going to a feast; | |
| Still to be powdr’d, still perfumed: | |
| Lady, it is to be presumed, | |
| Though art’s hid causes are not found, | 5 |
| All is not sweet, all is not sound. | |
| Give me a look, give me a face | |
| That makes simplicity a grace; | |
| Robes loosely flowing, hair as free: | |
| Such sweet neglect more taketh me | 10 |
| Than all th’ adulteries of art; | |
| They strike mine eyes, but not my heart. | |
| ) |
Clothes are for moments in a Women's life. A dress she can depend on, one that is timeless but comfortable to wear and appropriate for her life.
Getting up early for your cup of morning coffee dressed in pretty is a ritual for the perfect day to come. perhaps tomorrow
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