Fuerza Bruta
A man running, a gun shot, life stops for a moment, then starts again. A new shirt, the blood stained one discarded in another life, he keeps running, only to be shot again. Will he ever get where he...
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While in Dublin, culture night was taking place; museums and various artistic venues were open to the public for free late into the evening. I was thrilled to find out that the Dublin City Gallery...
View ArticleAvoiding Deportation and Dublin Days
Dublin experience…perfect…well except at customs, but then again when do I not have problems with them? Note to self again: Honesty is never the best policy when going through customs. First...
View ArticleScotland and Vars
Accepting Death Red in spite of pale demise Art murmurs a mystery the mind cannot explain Crisp crackles mark silence Steps are shadows of forgotten experience All metal eventually corrodes into dusty...
View ArticleFrance: “Let Them Eat Cake”
In France, I indulged in orgasmic, gastronomical delights. Food here is taken to an entirely different level of enjoyment. I frequented Helmut Newcake where I gained experience ordering desserts in...
View ArticleArt and Architecture in Berlin
Berlin Modern Art Museum “People had lost all control and discipline, all concept of ‘mine’ and ‘yours’ was gone. Of all the horrors of war, this was the most terrible: Since then I have feared nothing...
View ArticleLiving with a German Builds Character
Coming to Germany at three o’clock in the morning by car share and desperately tired, I thought it was time to treat myself to a little luxury, so I stayed four days in a hotel with a swimming pool and...
View ArticleSanta Lucia and Tegucigalpa Weekend
I ventured out to Santa Lucia this past weekend to visit a dear Honduran friend and her family. The little town reminded me of some of my favorite places in Italy with steep cobblestone roads, quaint...
View ArticleAppreciating the Best of Both Worlds
I had a lovely visit in Oregon spending quality time with friends, enjoying Cathedral Park Jazz Festival, and relaxing at Gleneden beach with family. I was so inspired by all the people who supported...
View ArticleFollowing the Artist’s Way
I am coming to the end of The Artist’s Way, a creative self help book by Julia Cameron. There is a part of me that does not want to finish it. I get that way with books, feeling attached to them like...
View ArticleFuerza Bruta
A man running, a gun shot, life stops for a moment, then starts again. A new shirt, the blood stained one discarded in another life, he keeps running, only to be shot again. Will he ever get where he...
View ArticleDublin City Gallery: The Hugh Lane
While in Dublin, culture night was taking place; museums and various artistic venues were open to the public for free late into the evening. I was thrilled to find out that the Dublin City Gallery...
View ArticleAvoiding Deportation and Dublin Days
Dublin experience…perfect…well except at customs, but then again when do I not have problems with them? Note to self again: Honesty is never the best policy when going through customs. First...
View ArticleScotland and Vars
Accepting Death Red in spite of pale demise Art murmurs a mystery the mind cannot explain Crisp crackles mark silence Steps are shadows of forgotten experience All metal eventually corrodes into dusty...
View ArticleFrance: “Let Them Eat Cake”
In France, I indulged in orgasmic, gastronomical delights. Food here is taken to an entirely different level of enjoyment. I frequented Helmut Newcake where I gained experience ordering desserts in...
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