We’re currently in a state of limbo. That window when our time in one place is winding down while we’re beginning the journey on to the next. Right now, we have one foot in California and one ready to…
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Abstract Art
There often two sides to every story. And every place. As we travel and live in so many different places, we see the good and the not so good in each. In his Weaving Landscapes, Toronto artist Shawn Skeir creates…
Melting happens when the ions or molecules in a solid break down to a less ordered state. I feel like we could learn a thing or two from that giving way to a chaotic existence. The abstract paintings by…
Busyness. For a long time we seemed to pride ourselves on it, comparing schedules at dinner parties like trading war stories. Somewhere along the line we were brainwashed into thinking busyness = importance, worth, value. But really the opposite…
Monochromatic. Neutral. Boring. Does it ever seem like life just flows from one ordinary and unremarkable day into the next? In a world dominated by screens and engines, we’ve created a universe that seems devoid of real life and…
You have yours, I have mine. Sometimes they overlap, often times they don’t. Our worlds are made up of our circles– of friends, of family, of colleagues. Some people like to keep their circles separate, no mixing of worlds…
A tree isn’t just its trunk. To thrive, a tree needs healthy branches. It needs to be reaching for light, nourished to its tips from within. Those branches become the homes of birds and squirrels, providing subtle, swishing music…
It doesn’t always take another person to imprison us. We can often bind ourselves up without any outside help– whether by our own thoughts, or actions, or expectations. It’s a challenge just to get out of our own way.…
Having spent the last two summers on the Northern California coast, where the water doesn’t warm up too much between winter and summer, it’s been a while since I took a swim. When I was young, spending summers at…
Re-entering the real world after so many hours, weeks, months spent by my mom’s side has been more of a struggle than I might have imagined. There was, of course, a desire for a return to normality, to get…