Living a Creative Life
Bliss, I knew I found you the first time my brush filled with French silk dyes touched a piece of stretched silk. It flowed, it mesmerized me and I knew I had found an art form that called me. The artist inside me came alive.
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Aging Into Artistry the Left-Brained Way →
One day, in my early sixties, I decided to change the way I look at myself. After a friend's sudden death, I asked myself “what would you regret if today was your...
