A fantasy dinner. Thoughts on the ultimate in “creative” guest list…
When I’m tired or down, or simply in need of a mental vacation, I seek out sources of beauty. For me, this means turning to works of art. For some, nature fills this critical role, as brilliantly painted skies or magnificent mountain vistas work their magic. For others, music, whatever their taste
Memories evoked from an old sketchbook.
Creativity, inspiration, and refilling the well that keeps us going.
Pop culture? We’ve got that down. REAL cultural activities? Another matter.
The importance of quality, and what we give up to achieve it.
Art auctions with record-breaking sales.
When sad music leaves us weeping, pleasurably, we just may let the tears flow.
Impressions after an art exhibit on a long walk uphill.
The height of beauty in art or architecture? To my mind, size doesn’t matter.