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use a bigger brush

met an esteemed doctor of neurology the other day when we interviewed him for a work project about creativity.


after we were through, he asked me if i painted. when i demurred and said, “not often, i have to think too hard about it.” he said, “use a bigger brush.”

a piece of advice that i just can’t seem to forget.


this work is something i have painted for an upcoming silent auction. when it goes online for pre-bidding, i’ll let you know.

let’s all remember, when things get rough, complicated, difficult, or seem out-of-reach, just “use a bigger brush.”


spring flowers (cyclamen, daisies, and patience)

what do i know about spring? (did you know that many cyclamen species in their native range–the mediterranean basin–are severely depleted and endangered because of the horticultural trade? nor did i. that makes my two little pots of pink cyclamen that much more precious.) but, spring, yes, what do i know about spring?


when i was younger and living in the north, i know spring was highly anticipated. a break in the cold, gray, drabness of winter, just the hint of water running as the ice and snow melted on a warm day in march. (march is tricky up north, it’s end is the beginning of spring, but also the end of winter. your chances for comfort or disappointment equally elusive), but you take what you’re given.


as i grew older and fled the plains for the chicago lakefront, spring took on a whole new meaning for me. it offered hope, or at least a modicum of aspiration, growth, renewal. of course, that came in fits and starts, much like spring weather. dry and cold, wet and warm, snow up to your ankles accompanied by that faint green aura that surrounds deciduous trees as they leaf out, a little darker green each day, hour, minute, second, pushing out as the snow and cold recede, a time-lapse photograph.


but spring in the southwest is an entirely different experience. it happens suddenly and without warning. plants are blooming, new growth is sprouting on the trees and the shrubs. if you did your homework, the roses are beginning to leaf out fully and some may even have little tiny buds, the first rose to bloom since late last year just a few weeks away. i find that i can wait.


patience, now, a surprise gift of spring and growing older.



you know what’s important in hollywood when a major producer dies at 77 and one of his friends says, “but he had 0% body fat!” (italics mine)

a few years ago i scoffed at those commercials for a drug that combats “restless leg syndrome” as creating an illness in order to market a drug, until i got it. let me assure you it is aggravating and sleep-depriving, and ever-so-slightly painful.

it rained thursday night, really rained all night long. i only mention this because this is southern california.

this has been the pinkest summer bloom season i can remember. also, “i wonder if the olympic venues will have a royal box?” asks my lover of 30 years (i don’t even…)


if you listen closely, you can hear the color


i cannot begin to tell you how pink it is today at our house.


your pinkness

isn’t it time that pink lost its gender specificity?

whose idea was that anyway? what makes pink feminine except that someone said it was and it got embedded into the cultural weave? (yes, it may have taken a few years, but in a few years it could be undone, could it not?)

you may think i’m on my high horse again about something that, realistically speaking, cannot be undone easily, the culture wars being what they are these days (or any day for that matter, for truly, what hetero man could/would let his son wear pink?)  oh, the day may come when a man can wear a pink oxford button-down shirt with the appropriate tie–not a bow-tie, of course, because that is suspect as well, indicating academe or the artistically-inclined–god forbid, but before then what’s the beef with pink, men?



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