Sunday, March 31, 2024
Happy Easter 2024!
Easter developed from the Old English word Ēastre or Ēostre, derived from the Anglo-Saxon Pagan month of Eostur-monath (which roughly corresponds to our month of April). This month was named after the goddess Ēostre or Ostara who symbolized the dawn, spring, renewal, and rebirth of the earth after the long winter.
Now we celebrate by decorating eggs, a symbol of birth and fertility and new growth, and with chocolate rabbits, since bunnies are also a symbol of spring.
When I was little, I always loved Easter time because my grandmother displayed vases of daffodils and lilies, and panoramic sugar eggs around the house. And my aunt hollowed out eggs, cut a window in the side of the shell, and painstakingly assembled pastoral scenes inside using miniature trees and flowers, and tiny ceramic rabbits to make literal panoramic eggs. But the best part was the Easter Bunny who came to deliver beautifully dyed and decorated eggs in a basket full of chocolate and treats; my mom and dad would guide me through the house with clues as to where the Easter Bunny hid my basket (thanks Mom and Dad--I miss you)!
I hope the Easter Bunny brought you some treats! Happy Easter!
Saturday, March 30, 2024
BEAUTY: Watercolor For Easter--Lucy at Craftberry Bush
For Easter, I am inspired by these lyrical hand-painted watercolor florals on craft eggs, created by Lucy over at Craftberry Bush. I love the way the loose, watery medium works on an unexpected surface like an egg.
https://www.craftberrybush.com/2021/03/watercolor-flowers-hand-painted-easter-eggs.html
https://www.craftberrybush.com/2021/03/watercolor-flowers-hand-painted-easter-eggs.html
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Friday, March 29, 2024
Bunnies To The Rescue 2024
Regular long-time readers know this is a very special time of year for me...I always say that if you want to see a grown man turn into a squealing five-year old boy, show me bunnies. I ADORE them...
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Thursday, March 28, 2024
BEAUTY: Sculpture For Easter--Georgia Gerber
It's that time of the year again, when a young man's fancy turns to bunnies...and the beautiful work of sculptor Georgia Gerber beckons one to feel the amazing smoothness of her bronze rabbits.
For more animals, to see into her studio, and to learn about the incredible process of creating bronze sculptures, visit her website!
https://georgiagerber.com/
For more animals, to see into her studio, and to learn about the incredible process of creating bronze sculptures, visit her website!
https://georgiagerber.com/
Wednesday, March 27, 2024
Naturally Dyed Easter Eggs
From thekitchn.com | Photo: Vicky Wasik ; Prop Stylist: Maya Borrero |
Link to the original article at thekitchn.com:
https://www.thekitchn.com/how-to-make-vibrant-naturally-dyed-easter-eggs-holiday-projects-from-the-kitchn-112957
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Monday, March 25, 2024
Sunday, March 24, 2024
"Wanderer" by Angelo De Augustine
Wow, this is slowly squeezing my heart..."Wanderer" by Angelo De Augustine.
Wanderer
Just like a song
That's been rubbed out above your left arm
Full of light
Eager eyes
For the adventure of a lifetime
She's on the run
Who you running from?
It can't be me cause I'm no one
Turtle dove
Carried my love
And left it on the moon to shine
I'll try
My best to find some peace of mind
But the light fades to black
And you don't know where the exit is at
Wanderer
Labyrinthine fern
Planted in your dilated mind
Evil talk
Heaven above
Protect her in her darkest night
https://angelodeaugustine.com/
Wanderer
Just like a song
That's been rubbed out above your left arm
Full of light
Eager eyes
For the adventure of a lifetime
She's on the run
Who you running from?
It can't be me cause I'm no one
Turtle dove
Carried my love
And left it on the moon to shine
I'll try
My best to find some peace of mind
But the light fades to black
And you don't know where the exit is at
Wanderer
Labyrinthine fern
Planted in your dilated mind
Evil talk
Heaven above
Protect her in her darkest night
https://angelodeaugustine.com/
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Saturday, March 23, 2024
"Some Type Of Skin" by Aurora
Aurora sings the big, anthemic "Some Type Of Skin" in which she realizes she must build a way to protect herself. As someone who lives life on the verge of tears because, well *looks all around at the whole world, pointing to it all*, I too often need some extra skin so the storms and stress can't penetrate. Or at least can't get as far in. Because, MY GOD IT'S A LOT.
Hit me hard where I am soft
Should my heart reveal itself to be
More than a muscle
Or a fist covered in blood
However much it feels to bleed
It's only temporary
We're good people and we both deserve peace
(Peace)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
I guess I should build some type of skin
And let breath bе air
And love the things I know might disappear
And thе last light of the sun (Sun)
I let it slow me down
I'll crawl where everybody runs
We're good people
And we deserve peace
It's difficult, it seems
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
My God!
(I've got to build some type of skin)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
It's a lot
It's a lot
My God! It's a lot
It's a lot, a lot to me
To me
https://www.aurora-music.com
Hit me hard where I am soft
Should my heart reveal itself to be
More than a muscle
Or a fist covered in blood
However much it feels to bleed
It's only temporary
We're good people and we both deserve peace
(Peace)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
I guess I should build some type of skin
And let breath bе air
And love the things I know might disappear
And thе last light of the sun (Sun)
I let it slow me down
I'll crawl where everybody runs
We're good people
And we deserve peace
It's difficult, it seems
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
My God!
(I've got to build some type of skin)
My God! It's a lot
(I build some type of skin)
(I've got to build some type of skin)
It's a lot
It's a lot
My God! It's a lot
It's a lot, a lot to me
To me
https://www.aurora-music.com
Thursday, March 21, 2024
"Andrew" by Ben Platt
Here is the beautiful, touching song "Andrew" by Ben Platt. The innocence, the yearning, the naïveté, the heartbreak. It is weightier for us. For so many reasons. Even with more acceptance and changes in attitudes toward LGBTQ+ issues... it is still different.
His hair falls in cool careless waves without trying
Goes days without crying
But still treats me kind
And it's not his fault, all the sleep I've been losing
The way that I'm ruined
One look in his eyes and I'm gone
Helplessly dumb
My senses go numb
My brain is on fire
They say wanting someone is supposed to be fun
That's because they never loved an Andrew
Honey, I know there's no one to blame
But honestly, damn you
It's just a cruel joke that chemicals play
You don't wanna kiss me, 'cause I'm not at all
Likе the girls in the posters that hang on your wall
What a timе wasting heartbreak to fall
For an Andrew
Oh-oh-oh
He floats through the air unaware of the damage
A hard right of passage for soft-hearted boys
He smiles like a friend, puts his hand on my shoulder
If I can't get closer, then I am destroyed
And I'm gone
Helplessly dumb
My senses go numb
My brain is on fire
They just can't understand why it hurts me so bad
That's because they've never had an Andrew
Honey, I know there's no one to blame
But honestly, damn you
It's just a cruel joke that chemicals play
You don't wanna kiss me, 'cause I'm not at all
Like the girls in the posters that hang on your wall
What a time wasting heartbreak to fall
For an Andrew
What a time wasting, sweet happiness-taking
Self-esteem, mess-making
Heart-breaking shame
Wanna hold your hand, and be more of a man
Like your world falls apart for me or stays the same
'Cause you're
Andrew
Honey, I know there's no one to blame
But honestly, damn you
It's just a cruel joke that chemicals play
You don't wanna kiss me, 'cause I'm not at all
Like the girls in the posters that hang on your wall
Wish that I'd never met you at all
Sorry, Andrew
Oh-oh-oh
https://www.benplattmusic.com/
His hair falls in cool careless waves without trying
Goes days without crying
But still treats me kind
And it's not his fault, all the sleep I've been losing
The way that I'm ruined
One look in his eyes and I'm gone
Helplessly dumb
My senses go numb
My brain is on fire
They say wanting someone is supposed to be fun
That's because they never loved an Andrew
Honey, I know there's no one to blame
But honestly, damn you
It's just a cruel joke that chemicals play
You don't wanna kiss me, 'cause I'm not at all
Likе the girls in the posters that hang on your wall
What a timе wasting heartbreak to fall
For an Andrew
Oh-oh-oh
He floats through the air unaware of the damage
A hard right of passage for soft-hearted boys
He smiles like a friend, puts his hand on my shoulder
If I can't get closer, then I am destroyed
And I'm gone
Helplessly dumb
My senses go numb
My brain is on fire
They just can't understand why it hurts me so bad
That's because they've never had an Andrew
Honey, I know there's no one to blame
But honestly, damn you
It's just a cruel joke that chemicals play
You don't wanna kiss me, 'cause I'm not at all
Like the girls in the posters that hang on your wall
What a time wasting heartbreak to fall
For an Andrew
What a time wasting, sweet happiness-taking
Self-esteem, mess-making
Heart-breaking shame
Wanna hold your hand, and be more of a man
Like your world falls apart for me or stays the same
'Cause you're
Andrew
Honey, I know there's no one to blame
But honestly, damn you
It's just a cruel joke that chemicals play
You don't wanna kiss me, 'cause I'm not at all
Like the girls in the posters that hang on your wall
Wish that I'd never met you at all
Sorry, Andrew
Oh-oh-oh
https://www.benplattmusic.com/
Wednesday, March 20, 2024
BEAUTY: Sculpture--Jan Vogelpoel
Australian sculptor Jan Vogelpoel works in clay to realize some fantastic biomorphic forms. She says she is inspired both by Japanese and Mid-Century Modern design. In addition to sculptures, she also creates lighting, vases, framed wall tiles, and in the last two images below, multi-piece relief wall sculptures.
Pieces are for sale! Visit her website.
https://www.janvogelpoelceramics.com/
Pieces are for sale! Visit her website.
https://www.janvogelpoelceramics.com/
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tile,
wall relief
Tuesday, March 19, 2024
Happy Spring Equinox 2024!
Happy Spring Equinox!
At 8:06 P.M. Pacific time, it is the first day of spring. The day and night are of equal length...perfect symmetry.
At 8:06 P.M. Pacific time, it is the first day of spring. The day and night are of equal length...perfect symmetry.
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St. Joseph's Bread 2024
I come from a large Italian family. My great grandmother arrived in the United States on the SS Europa in 1910 to marry a man whose family came from the same village she just left. By the time I came along in 1964, she lived with her son and daughter-in-law and as you can imagine, was already quite old and hard of hearing (a problem that runs in our family). When I visited, she would be sitting at an enormous oak table in the front room, a soap opera blasting from the television, playing solitaire. Although she spoke English, she retained a very heavy Italian accent and would lapse into Italian whenever she was excited or frustrated. And I never saw her in anything but plain black or dark dresses, the kind…well, the kind immigrant women wore in the twenties.
She was of course a Roman Catholic and brought with her all sorts of feast days, observations, and traditions. But the most delicious feast day for us was that of Saint Joseph. There is a special kind of bread that is baked only on this day, Saint Joseph’s Bread or Panne di San Guiseppe. It is tender and sumptuous, more like cake but not sweet, more on the savory side. It was a treat everyone in the family looked forward to all year. I don’t know how many loaves my great grandmother would make but every family got one--she would bake all day and then walk to each home to deliver them in person...so today is the feast day of St. Joseph, the day when she would have delivered these treats.
Anise seed (a very traditional Italian spice that shows up in many national and regional dishes) is what gives this bread a subtle taste. Some traditional recipes call for the addition of golden raisins, but I will say that my great-grandmother never added them. While I am in no way religious (although I am a mystic at heart, which is very different!), I still enjoy this delicious bread.
St. Joseph's Day Bread
5 lb. flour
2 Tbs. salt
1 3/4 cups sugar
2 tbs. baking powder
2 tbs. anise seed
Combine these ingredients in a large bowl
Work in 1 1/4 cups vegetable shortening
In another bowl combine:
4 1/2 cups warm water
3 pkgs. of yeast or 3 tbs. of yeast
Dissolve yeast in warm water
Add 5 eggs, beaten
Add liquid ingredients to flour and shortening mixture. Mix well and knead on floured surface. Place in greased bowl and allow to rise until double in size. Punch down and let rise another hour.
Shape into small round loaves (should yield around 5), and let rise for 30 minutes. Traditionally, the loaves were small and could be made in the shape of a cross, bambino (baby), heart, beard, crown, or staff in honor St. Joseph.
Brush loaves with beaten egg and sprinkle with sesame and poppy seeds. Bake at 350* for 30 minutes or until golden brown. Cool.
She was of course a Roman Catholic and brought with her all sorts of feast days, observations, and traditions. But the most delicious feast day for us was that of Saint Joseph. There is a special kind of bread that is baked only on this day, Saint Joseph’s Bread or Panne di San Guiseppe. It is tender and sumptuous, more like cake but not sweet, more on the savory side. It was a treat everyone in the family looked forward to all year. I don’t know how many loaves my great grandmother would make but every family got one--she would bake all day and then walk to each home to deliver them in person...so today is the feast day of St. Joseph, the day when she would have delivered these treats.
Anise seed (a very traditional Italian spice that shows up in many national and regional dishes) is what gives this bread a subtle taste. Some traditional recipes call for the addition of golden raisins, but I will say that my great-grandmother never added them. While I am in no way religious (although I am a mystic at heart, which is very different!), I still enjoy this delicious bread.
St. Joseph's Day Bread
5 lb. flour
2 Tbs. salt
1 3/4 cups sugar
2 tbs. baking powder
2 tbs. anise seed
Combine these ingredients in a large bowl
Work in 1 1/4 cups vegetable shortening
In another bowl combine:
4 1/2 cups warm water
3 pkgs. of yeast or 3 tbs. of yeast
Dissolve yeast in warm water
Add 5 eggs, beaten
Add liquid ingredients to flour and shortening mixture. Mix well and knead on floured surface. Place in greased bowl and allow to rise until double in size. Punch down and let rise another hour.
Shape into small round loaves (should yield around 5), and let rise for 30 minutes. Traditionally, the loaves were small and could be made in the shape of a cross, bambino (baby), heart, beard, crown, or staff in honor St. Joseph.
Brush loaves with beaten egg and sprinkle with sesame and poppy seeds. Bake at 350* for 30 minutes or until golden brown. Cool.
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Sunday, March 17, 2024
3.17.24
I'll have a boxty and a Guinness...
Top to bottom: St. Mary's Old Parish graveyard, Cahir, Ireland; Roadside sign, Cahir, Ireland; Ben Bulben mountain from Drumcliffe, Ireland; St. Columba's Church, Drumcliffe, Ireland; grave of W.B. Yeats, St. Columba's Church, Drumcliffe, Ireland; Giant's Causeway sign, County Antrim, Northern Ireland; Giant's Causeway sign, County Antrim, Northern Ireland; Giant's Causeway, County Antrim, Northern Ireland; basalt columns at Giant's Causeway, County Antrim, Northern Ireland
All photos above by JEF
"Belfast Child" by Simple Minds
When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For it's sad news I bring
About this old town and all that it's suffering
Some say troubles abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down
One day we'll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again
Brothers, sisters, where are you now?
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here I've spent
With my faith in God, and Church, and the Government
But there's sadness abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down
One day we'll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again
When the Belfast Child sings again
So come back Billy, won't you come on home?
Come back Mary, you've been away so long
The streets are empty, and your mother's gone
The girls are crying, it's been oh so long
And your father's calling, come on home
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home?
Come back people, you've been gone a while
And the war is raging through the Emerald Isle
That's flesh and blood man, that's flesh and blood
All the girls are crying but all's not lost
The streets are empty, the streets are cold
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home?
The streets are empty
Life goes on
One day we'll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again
When the Belfast Child sings again
http://www.discoverireland.com/us/
http://www.simpleminds.com
Top to bottom: St. Mary's Old Parish graveyard, Cahir, Ireland; Roadside sign, Cahir, Ireland; Ben Bulben mountain from Drumcliffe, Ireland; St. Columba's Church, Drumcliffe, Ireland; grave of W.B. Yeats, St. Columba's Church, Drumcliffe, Ireland; Giant's Causeway sign, County Antrim, Northern Ireland; Giant's Causeway sign, County Antrim, Northern Ireland; Giant's Causeway, County Antrim, Northern Ireland; basalt columns at Giant's Causeway, County Antrim, Northern Ireland
All photos above by JEF
"Belfast Child" by Simple Minds
When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For it's sad news I bring
About this old town and all that it's suffering
Some say troubles abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down
One day we'll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again
Brothers, sisters, where are you now?
As I look for you right through the crowd
All my life here I've spent
With my faith in God, and Church, and the Government
But there's sadness abound
Some day soon they're gonna pull the old town down
One day we'll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again
When the Belfast Child sings again
So come back Billy, won't you come on home?
Come back Mary, you've been away so long
The streets are empty, and your mother's gone
The girls are crying, it's been oh so long
And your father's calling, come on home
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home?
Come back people, you've been gone a while
And the war is raging through the Emerald Isle
That's flesh and blood man, that's flesh and blood
All the girls are crying but all's not lost
The streets are empty, the streets are cold
Won't you come on home, won't you come on home?
The streets are empty
Life goes on
One day we'll return here
When the Belfast Child sings again
When the Belfast Child sings again
http://www.discoverireland.com/us/
http://www.simpleminds.com
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Saturday, March 16, 2024
Even More Collage...2024
Regular readers may recall that during the pandemic, I spent some of my downtime creating a lot of new art work including a series of collages previously seen here, here, here, and here. I was recently inspired to revisit this technique but this time with a few different goals. I wanted to work with texture, color, and shape alone, and not try to create anything representational like my prior works. I wanted to leave white space around each composition. I wanted to assemble each composition very, very quickly, using instinct, without overthinking or fussing too much with placement--since I had all the pieces pre-cut, I spent about an average of a minute or so on each one, just grabbing what seemed right. Even the titles came quickly, in just a few seconds--I chose simple, one-word titles and not the narrative titles I used in previous collage pieces. Goals met! I found it a fun way to kickstart creativity.
Top to bottom: Union; Ticket; Farm; Mycelium; Kingdom; Tectonic
Top to bottom: Union; Ticket; Farm; Mycelium; Kingdom; Tectonic
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