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Tirzah Garwood (1908–1951) was a multi-talented artist and designer whose life was tragically cut short when she died of breast cancer aged only 42.

Eileen Lucy “Tirzah” Garwood was a British wood-engraver, painter, paper marbler, author, and a member of the Great Bardfield Artists.

According to Brighton & Hove Museums, Garwood “is one of the most original and distinctive figures of twentieth century British art

Her brilliance as a wood engraver and maker of marbled papers was acknowledged in her lifetime, but her early death meant that few were able to enjoy her captivating, collaged house ‘portraits’ and enigmatic oil paintings.
She prompts us to see the amusing, absurd and uncanny in the detail of everyday life.
Garwood’s engravings were imaginatively conceived and precisely executed. They abounded in wry observations and witty juxtapositions.
More of Tirzah Garwood’s marvelous wood cuts can be found at https://artuk.org/discover/stories/tirzah-garwood-unveiling-a-forgotten-visionary/

A Gothic building engenders true religion … The light, falling through colored glass, the singular forms of the architecture, unite to give a silent image of that infinite mystery which the soul for ever feels, and never comprehends.
I have been playing around always with 3D art lately, and am not sure I like and/or love the results.
This is all new for me.
Up until a couple of years ago I thought my creative artwork had dried up and moved to the desert. I was “creative” in my younger years, but never took an art course. Nor a writing course, for that matter.
That didn’t stop me from trying — and improving — whatever latent talents I had.
After I retired four years ago, I took up crafting, enjoying it enough to perfect the talent into an actual craft fair material. That led to down time in the winter, and, needing a filler, started sketching and drawing circles and designs and pop art sort of things. A field — and style — I never really took seriously.
Now that the winter chill has snuck into Wisconsin I find myself experimenting once again. Where this 3D stuff came from I haven’t a clue. I started with copying some of the geometric pictures I sketched last year and added things like 1/2″ G clefs and clock hands on circles.
Is it art? Oh yes. Is it good? That’s best left to psychics and mystics. And art teachers.
I’m neither putting down nor building up my budding new career. But I am surprised that I both like and dislike my work.
Is that natural for an artist? To feel disappointed that I can’t turn the ideas in my head into actual art pieces? To want to have my art be fantastic every time I start out?
This is where practice makes perfect. Or, rather, makes you better.
You know all those cliches. You can’t get lemonade out of lemons unless you work squishing juice out the fruit and adding ingredients to it. You can’t finish the race if you don’t start it. Blah blah blah.
I believe self growth is full of satisfying moments and disappointing moments, especially where art is concerned. Like advanced degrees or top paying jobs, you don’t make it there on day one.
So it is with art. No matter if it’s your first time or the 100th time or the 10,000th time, every time you do something you do it differently. You find more control. More understanding. Your fingers move easier, your coordination improves.
Will you or I ever be on the art gallery circuit? I would love to think so. But in reality, I’m just as happy learning to do something better and better every time I try. I find it therapeutic as well as keeping those synapses in my brain firing.
I am accumulating a sketchbook full of ideas and a pile of art boards. What does Kenny Rogers say in the song “The Gambler”:
Cause every hand’s a winnerAnd every hand’s a loser
You know the rest of the song. And we’re not there yet.
So let’s keep on practicing……
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Sir Grayson Perry (- 1960) is an English artist known for his ceramic vases, tapestries, and cross-dressing, as well as his observations of the contemporary arts scene, dissecting British prejudices, fashions and foibles.
Perry graduated from Portsmouth Polytechnic with a BA in fine arts in 1982.
Perry is renowned for his eccentric and politically charged artworks.
There is a strong autobiographical element in his work, in which images of Perry as Claire, his female alter ego, and Alan Measles, his childhood teddy bear, often appear.
In his work Perry reflects upon his upbringing as a boy, his stepfather’s anger and the absence of proper guidance about male conduct.
Perry’s urns are rendered with an incomprehensible master-craft: their surfaces richly textured from designs marked into the clay, followed by intricately complicated glazing and photo-transfer techniques.
A master of the incongruous juxtaposition, Perry scrawls savage satirical messages alongside sentiments of nostalgia for lost innocence.
More of Grayson Perry’s unique vases can be found at https://www.artsy.net/artist/grayson-perryson-perry
Just like smooth jazz, a mellow, drifting kind of magic from my friend Gigi over at Rethinking Life….
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I’m amazed at how beautiful this photo is
the delicate feathers
the gentleness of the sleep
the coloring
everything is perfect
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Somewhere over the rainbow, way up high
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby
Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true
Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
Birds fly over the rainbow
Why then, oh why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can’t I?


She pioneered the technique of setting precious stones in semiprecious materials.




European culture loves ceilings.
I have never seen as many ornate ceilings in my life as I did on my vacation to Paris, Rome and Florence. A trip of a lifetime, a dream come true.
But enough nostalgia. Take a look at some of the ceilings I took pictures of while I was over there. And please realize I’m not a real live photographer…


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No matter how happy we are one day, there is always something around the corner waiting to cut us down a notch.
That’s life. I know. All the philosophy in the world doesn’t change the world of pain happening or about to happen.
My chocolate lab is almost 14 — a record in some ways. She had a fall a couple of years ago and her back legs don’t work quite right. The other day she slipped climbing out of her cage (she goes in all by herself… I leave the door open) , and pulled a muscle. She’s not eating a lot, and defecating around the house almost every day.
She is on her way out.
I know this has happened to very many of you — possibly over and over again. This isn’t the first dog for us that we will eventually have to put to sleep.
How do you make that decision?
Many say it’s only a dog. This part I get. But the dog is my friend, too. Listened to me crying in my beer and walking the paths exploring the woods or fetching till she almost falls over.
Like you, I will know when it’s time. I will hate it with every bone in my body, but I will know. I won’t let her suffer, I won’t force her into a life of pain and confusion just to hug her one more time.
I really didn’t mean to share this today, but it just goes to show you that you are not alone in your confusion and pain. It’s something pet owners agree to do the moment they take those puppy eyes home.
Give your cat and dog an extra hug today. Make new memories.
Charles Lololma, Native American Artist

Hengki Koentjoro, Photographer

Domenic Bahmann, Illustrator and Visual Artist

Vaarten Vrolijk. Glassblower

Christian Schmidt-Rassmussan, Painter

Maggie Vandewalle was born and raised just outside of Iowa City, Iowa, in a rural setting.
She received an art scholarship to the University of Iowa, where she worked towards a BFA in printmaking.
After several years she took a break from college to explore life, determined that art most definitely would in the form of drawing.
Vandewalle’s drawings are whimsical and precise, showing a wonderful talent for detail.
She is a master of watercolor whimsy whose paintings transport us to a world where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and the impossible seems just within reach.
Vandewalle’s clever composition transforms our interpretation from aesthetic appreciation to ecological observation, reminding us with a wink that beauty in nature often serves a practical purpose.
More of Maggie Vandewalle’s amazing art can be found at https://maggievandewalle.com/.














Last night I went through the blogs I follow and came across my friend’s gallery Tiffany Arp-Daleo Artwork. I have showcased her work in both Humoring the Goddess and Sunday Evening Art Gallery.
Tiffany has a unique way of creating abstract paintings — I love them..
This was Tiffany’s post yesterday:

The first thing I thought when I looked at this pic is: Is that my body? Are those the black spots of hell showing up throughout my torso?
I then wondered if this was a message from Tiffany. Why did she called it Shadows Within? Was this an attempt to tell her readers something? A Cosmic Message? Or if it was just painting of orange and pink and black?
Even though I love all sorts of Art, I rarely have an emotional connection with them. There are billions of paintings or quilts or ceramics that are worth a second look, but rarely does one shoot out a bolt of connection between human and object.
I’m tickled to pieces.
This is why I keep encouraging you to open up to the Creative Magic that’s everywhere around you. Not every creation is for you — that’s why there’s such diversity in Arts and Crafts. But sooner or later something is going to resonate with you and it will be extraordinary.
Thanks for the unexpected zap, Tiffany!
Crystal Wagner (-1982) is a printmaker, a drawer and an installation artist from Baltimore, Maryland.
Wagner attended Keystone College, a private liberal arts school in La Plume Pennsylvania where she earned her Associate Degree in Fine Art, receiving awards for both her prose/fiction writing and also her work as an artist. In May 2008, Crystal completed her MFA at The University of Tennessee.
The artist is known for hand-cut wall-mounted paper forms and immersive, site-specific sculptures.
Swirling maelstroms of color and texture are formed from quotidian objects: Plastic dollar store items like cheap tablecloths and straws.
Wagner weaves them onto a wire armature where they take on a life of their own
They evolve from their own mundane beginnings to mimic the natural world as they creep, stretch and grow in, around and through their environments.
She utilizes such humble materials as plastic tablecloths stretched over chicken wire to uncanny effect.
Her intricately constructed biomorphic works conjure a feeling of wonder from everyday materials and suggest new possibilities for mass-produced, disposable materials.
More of Crystal Wagner‘s wonderful sculptures can be found at https://www.artsy.net/artist/crystal-wagner and https://www.instagram.com/artistcrystalwagner/?hl=en.

Over the weekend my daughter-in-law and I stopped by Hobby Lobby to pick up a few crafty things.
For those who are not familiar with H-L, it’s a craft store that carries everything from stamps to beads to paint to t-shirts you can dye and more. It’s the kind of store where you’d better have something in particular in mind when you pass through the doors, or you will suffer from crafting overload.
The point is that Hobby Lobby was packed. The aisles were full of grannies, moms and dads with kids, and couples. All buying crafting materials. Usually when I stop by there’s a mere scattering of customers.
A lot of carts were filling up with Christmas decor (the lady behind me was buying Christmas placemats), but just as many held plastic flowers, diamond paintings, and acrylic paints.
I was tickled to see so many crafters at one time. It didn’t matter what they were going to make. They were holding beads up to the light, reading backs of boxes, and comparing hues of yarn.
I would love to think that people are getting back to making gifts by hand. Trying a new craft. Making scarves and t-shirts with grandkids’ handprints and crystal bracelets both for themselves and their family.
I know crafting is not for everybody. It certainly wasn’t much of a past time for me my first 50 years hanging around on Earth. So when I say “crafting” it can be anything that touches your soul and makes you feel good.
It’s crazy out there. What better way to find your calm center than putting on music and spreading out your materials and CREATING?
Tani Bunchō (1763–1840) was a prominent Japanese painter and poet, recognized for his significant contributions to the Edo period’s artistic landscape.

He was a central figure in the Bunjinga, or literati painting movement, which emphasized scholarly and poetic themes, drawing inspiration from Chinese literati traditions.
Bunchō perfected Edo Nanga (a school of painting originating in China), and he is regarded as one of the three major painters of the Tokugawa period because of his achievement.
He studied under the Kanō school but later developed a distinctive style that blended traditional Japanese techniques with Chinese and Western elements.
Throughout his career, Bunchō produced an extensive body of work, including landscapes, portraits, and bird-and-flower paintings, which were highly regarded for their elegance and technical proficiency.
His legacy is marked by his role in bridging cultural exchanges between Japan and China, as well as his influence on subsequent generations of Japanese artists.
More of Tani Bunchō’s historical art work can be found at https://www.artnet.com/artists/tani-buncho/https://www.artnet.com/artists/tani-buncho/ and Modern Tokyo Times.

A cloudy, cool Caturday outside today. The boys are at the end of their fishing trip, leaving me to cook and clean up dog poop. (old dog) all by myself. I’ve spread my current art project across the kitchen take like flood waters over the dam, but am a a stopping point, so all is good with the world.
Sluggish-a-reno. Not even Haydn’s lively Paris Symphony #82 can get my mind nor body to function.
I don’t remember being sluggish like that at an earlier age. Life wouldn’t let me. With working two jobs, raising two kids, attending school functions, you had no choice half the time when you woke up and when you went to bed.
But this isn’t a blog today about the good ol’ days. Most times they’re never as “good” as you remember anyway. A day was just a day, a certain code restricting your freedom depending upon your age and schedule.
Sooooo ….. Are your Saturday’s fairly free? What kind of things do you plan when you don’t have to cook for company or run your kids to soccer games?
I’d love to know how you all spend your Saturday. Perhaps it would spiff me up and get me off the sofa to hear what your weekends are like. Plus, you’re from all over the world, and I’m sure location, age, weather, social influences and would put a wonderful spin on your exciting lives!
Any takers?
Waaaay back in June of 2017 I did a fun blog about Dream Food. It was a stimulating, mouth-watering, magical blog about (what I thought) were the most delightful photos of the most delectable food on the planet.
I came across another amazing photo of food and thought I should share it along with more delightful vittles.
Enjoy!




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Haejin Lee has been a ceramic artist in Seoul, South Korea for over 15 years.
She was graduated from Hong-Ik University in Korea, received Master degree in Ceramic Art.

Lee creates ceramic works that look as though they’ll unravel at any moment.
Concentrating primarily on the human body, the sculptor fashions heads and feet that look mostly whole, but have ribbon-like strands rippling from the top of each piece.

They appear in various stages of disarray, with facial features that have been twisted and multiplied, which adds another facet of eeriness to the already-surreal works.

I like to decompose a finished shape and then reassemble the parts into a different presentation,” the artist shares.
“The new creations that are getting rebuilt in the process, are sometimes expressed in a form of rhythmical composition of ribbons or various objects or deformed faces.”
More of Haejin Lee’s artwork can be found at https://haejinlee-ceramics.com/
Elegance is not being noticed, it’s about being remembered.

How about a little glass work to start your day?
These artists are magical. I can’t believe what they can do. And I’m jealous. In a good way, of course….
Glassworks is one of my favorite Creative Crafts. I hope you enjoy these artists as much as I do.


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I spent a decent part of the morning the other day going through the blogs of those I follow, trying to make a comment on each, or at least hitting the “like” button.
There were a lot of blogs, a lot of stars. Yet I know I didn’t star everyone, which reflected my thoughts on why I have so many wonderful followers but only hear from a few.
Maybe those who follow my blog are just like me — signing up to follow one’s adventures, whether they are stories or photos. You are really tickled by what you read, and you figured you want to experience the world more through their eyes.
Then the day comes, the kids create chaos, the dogs are always yapping, you have a list a mile long of people and doctors and utilities you need to call, laundry is piling up in the corner, a full-time job demands your attention, broken things need fixing — you get my drift. And somehow you never get back to clicking that button.
I feel like I’m always playing the game of catch up. Being retired only takes away the time-card-punching reality of daily activity. You still have more on your plate than you can eat.
I don’t mean to overladen my soup bowl, if you get my meaning. Everything I do these days is slower, less demanding. No kids to get off to school, no desk job or factory obligations. I wake when I want, eat lunch when I want, pop off to the store when I get the urge — it’s a lot looser of a schedule than 10 years ago.
Still …
I don’t have the energy I used to to keep up any activity for any length of time. My mind is A.D.D. but my body is walking through slush. That’s why some tasks/escapades seem to take forever to finish.
Even my artwork suffers from worn-out-itis.
I hate it.
I hate that I can’t/don’t finish projects I start, or that it takes a hundred years to actually finish anything.
But I also am scattered enough that the hate doesn’t last for long. I am able to dismiss things I can’t do or don’t understand and move on to the next adventure.
I am enjoying my painting adventure, but I am seeing I’m not as smooth or talented with a paint brush in my hand as I am with colored pencils. I am finding differerent outlets for my Angel Tears bookmarks and purse charms, ones that don’t take up a whole weekend at craft shows.
The point of today’s blog is to encourage you to not give up if you don’t finish projects you start.
Some have to be finished — you can’t paint half a room or plant half a garden.
But especially in the creative world, stick to what you love, what you enjoy. Moment to moment happiness is just as important as long time love affairs.
Don’t worry if you don’t have enough energy or brain retention to move up and forward with every project you undertake.
Life goes on no matter what pace you set for yourself.
Set one you can live with.
And, when you remember, hit more “like” buttons……
Korean artist Younguk Yi is recognized for his precise, almost digital, paintings, which balance abstraction with hyperrealism.

Yi works in Seoul, Korea. He graduated from Dankook University, Department of Western Studies, and completed his MFA and PhD programs at Hongik University, Department of Painting.
His fragmented figures, overlapping and unfolding across the canvas, offer a deep exploration of the form.

The artist uses this motif to question representation, materiality, and existence in today’s world.


Paul Stone specializes in traditional still life compositions, often with a contemporary twist.
Painting in oils, in the style of classical realism, Stone employs an accomplished use of light and shade to create a sense of texture and atmosphere in his work.

After graduating in professional fine art practice in 2008, Stone made the decision to become a full time oil painter, and has since established a reputation in still life excellence, winning numerous national awards and building a growing base of appreciative collectors.
Having grown up on the coast of Suffolk, the artist initially studied design at Lowestoft College, then spent many years in various professions, including teaching children with special needs, before discovering his love of art history, and his devotion to still life painting.
His focus is on showing the beauty of natural design in organic objects, with simple, elegant compositions, enhanced by dramatic lighting and studied detail.
The result is works showcasing traditional oil painting techniques, with a contemporary feel and presentation.
More of Paul Stone’s wonderful paintings can be found at https://paulstoneart.com/

Patience is not simply the ability to wait — it’s how we behave while we’re waiting.
~ Joyce Meyer
Another wonderful, fun way to look back at Galleries through the years — find a topic and share it all over again!
I hope you are clicking on the titles and getting the full feel of topics like Glassworks and Wire Sculpture … the artists I have come across have such a wide range of talent, it’s hard to love one over the next!
My first recap of mini things was back at Still Looking Back! — Mini Things. So let’s continue our journey through galleries of mini things!








I’ve been having a lot of alien dreams lately. Lindzeanne (Lindsey) is an embroidery artist based in Tokyo, Japan.

Her work is inspired by traditional Japanese textile traditions such as sashiko, indigo dying, and the concept of “mottainai” or “waste nothing”.

Lindzeanne’s work uses only second-hand or vintage textiles to create colourful, vibrant, highly textural hand-stitched pieces.

Through her work, the artist aims to catalogue the passage of time and investigate the relationship between color and form by making the unseen seen with simple needle and thread.

Lindzeanne began stitching in order to upcycle clothing, a practical hobby that quickly became more of a drawing practice.

Embroidery floss isn’t common in Japan, so the artist instead picked up basic hand-sewing and traditional sashiko threads that she stitches into second fabrics.

The resulting works are rife with patterns.

“To me, colors have a personality to them, and shapes have a weight and character to them, so when I’m thinking of a piece in my mind, or sitting down to cut fabric, I’m always imagining the push and pull, or the gravity that certain shapes and colors have with one another,” Lindzeanne says.

More of Lindzeanne’s intricate stitchery can be found at lindzeanne.com/
Caturday and Doggerday are silly days. Just check out the name! So what’s a Saturday without a couple of dumb jokes to start it with?
What do cats like to eat on a hot day? A mice-cream cone.
Why do cats always get their way? They are very purr suasive!
How do two cats end a fight? They hiss and make up.
What should you use to comb a cat? A catacomb.
What is a cat’s favorite movie? The Sound of Mewsic.
What’s a cat’s favorite magazine? Good Mousekeeping.
Why did the cat wear a fancy dress? She was feline fine.
What’s a cat’s favorite color? Purr-ple.
Why was the cat afraid of the tree? Because of its bark
What did the cat say when it was confused? “I’m purr-plexed!”

What do you give a dog with a fever? Mustard! It’s the best thing for a hot dog.
Policeman: “Excuse me Mister, but were you aware that your dog has been chasing a guy on his bike?” Dog Owner: “Are you nuts? My dog is not even able to ride a bike.”
Why did the Eskimo name his dog “Frost”? Because “Frost” bites.
Which dog always knows what time it is? A watch dog.
Why is a noisy yappy dog like a tree? They both have a lot of bark.
What do you have if you breed a cocker spaniel with a poodle and a rooster? A cockerpoodlepoo!
Why do dogs make terrible dancers? Because most of them have two left feet.
What is the difference between a dog and a marine biologist? Well, one of them wags his tail and the other tags his whales.
What do you call a dog magician? A Labracadabrador.
What kind of dog is the quietest sleeper of all? A hush puppy.
Happy Caturday!
A beautiful repost for a Friday from Boundless Blessings by Kamal — it touches so many of us in so many different ways.
Time the greatest Healer…………
Time is said to the greatest healer
Though, it’s difficult to comprehend
You wonder, when grief or loss is felt
How your heart will ever mend.
It’s a subtle transition, over years
It isn’t apparent from day to day
In fact at times you start to wonder
How you will ever find your way
But when you look back over time
You realise your heart is stronger
And although you may never fully heal
You’re not struggling any longer
You come to realise that you’ve changed
And won’t ever be the same again
But you embrace the faith you found right now
Whilst coping with the hurt and pain
Love will come just in time
With happiness and joy waiting to come
Fresh smiles and laughter will fill you
And you will again be the lovely person you were
And, eventually time teaches us how to cope
Just how strong we really are
And although the journey was long
We feel proud we made it so far……………………………
Born in 1857 in Iowa, Andrew Clemens contracted encephalitis as a young child and lost his hearing and much of his speech.

He eventually attended the Iowa School for the Deaf, and during his summer breaks visited Pikes Peak State Park along the Mississippi River.
Near the aptly named Sand Cave in the park, Clemens found and collected grains of sand that were vividly colored from naturally occurring iron and minerals that leached into it. He also collected sand from the sandstone cliffs at Pictured Rocks National Lakeshore in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula.

He used these to create his sand art without the benefit of glue or artificial coloring and amazingly, he created these mostly upside down, as the bottle’s opening, sealed upon completion, would be at the top.

He used tempered hickory sticks with specially designed tips or fish hooks to deposit and position naturally colored grains of sand inside the bottles.

Clemens created elaborate designs grain by grain, using only different colors of sand in much the same way an artist uses paints on a palette.

Clemens’ meticulously crafted masterpieces were painstakingly time-consuming to make, with some requiring over a year of labor.

Many have since attempted to duplicate his technique but his works of art remain unmatched.
More of Andrew Clemens’ amazing sand bottles can be found at https://www.antiquetrader.com/art/rare-sand-art-by-andrew-clemens-sets-world-record and https://americanart.si.edu/blog/andrew-clemens-sand-art.

Elizabeth II (Elizabeth Alexandra Mary, 1926 –2022) was Queen of the United Kingdom and other Commonwealth realms from 1952 until her death in 2022.
She had been queen regnant of 32 sovereign states during her lifetime, and was the monarch of 15 realms at her death. Her reign of 70 years and 214 days is the longest of any British monarch, the second-longest of any sovereign state, and the longest of any queen regnant in history.
Born in Mayfair, London during the reign of her paternal grandfather, King George V, Elizabeth was the first child of the Duke and Duchess of York (later King George VI and Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother).
Her father acceded to the throne in 1936 upon the abdication of his brother Edward VIII, making the ten-year-old Princess Elizabeth the heir presumptive.
In November 1947, she married Philip Mountbatten, a former prince of Greece and Denmark. Their marriage lasted 73 years until his death in 2021.
They had four children: Charles, Anne, Andrew, and Edward.
From Elizabeth’s birth onwards, the British Empire continued its transformation into the Commonwealth of Nations. By the time of her accession in 1952, her role as head of multiple independent states was already established.
Elizabeth was known to favor simplicity in court life and was also known to take a serious and informed interest in government business, aside from the traditional and ceremonial duties.
Privately, she became a keen horsewoman; she kept racehorses, frequently attended races, and periodically visited the Kentucky stud farms in the United States.
More about Queen Elizabeth II can be found at https://www.royal.uk/queen-elizabeth.
Just about the last nice day in October where the sun is bright, air is warm, and breeze doesn’t knock you over with its enthusiasm.
I love the precision of needlework and the intricacy of fiberwork. The ability to concentrate on minute details is something I find amazing. The skill, the patience, all makes for amazing work. Let’s visit a few more talented artists….











Artist Ivan Guaderrama was born in Chihuahua, but raised in New Mexico and Colorado.
Initially, Guaderrama had initial plans to be a doctor. However, four years into his medical studies, he realized that his heart was deeply rooted in art.
Drawn into the Gospel’s core, Guaderrama dedicated his life to a fervent pursuit of innovative art forms that transcend conventional boundaries.
Guaderrama’s journey led him to incorporate pioneering technologies into his work, birthing masterpieces that converse with the audience through touch-induced sounds and three-dimensional visuals that spring to life via the “Ivan Guaderrama Art Gallery App”, an application he developed as a skilled programmer.
His artistry transcends traditional painting and sculpture by embedding robotics interfaces, the intelligent brains within his pieces, establishing a new paradigm in immersive art.
Guaderrama’s creative spirit expanded as he deepened his relationship with religion as his eternal inspiration.
His art touches the hearts and spirits of those who encounter it, pushing the boundaries of emotional engagement.
More of Ivan Guaderrama’s inspirational paintings can be found at https://www.ivanguaderrama.com/.
Fill up your own cup, and let them fall in love with the overflow.
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Another day, Another world!
I had such a magical time wandering through the old world over Europe way. Even with the occasional McDonalds and souvenir stands on every other corner, it was an amazing glance at the past. Brick roads and plazas, statues everywhere — living in idwest United States your mind cannot fathom what it’s like to have ancient art everywhere you go.
For today’s blog, let’s try some pediments, cornices, tympanums, and whatever other words mean decorative pieces above doorways and arches….

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You spin me right ’round, baby, right ’round
Like a record, baby, right ’round, ’round, ’round
~ Flo Rida











Cool breeze this dark night
smooth night jazz in the background
friends who have passed away come back to say hi
It’s a good night.
Two Great Horned Owls…
Solidify their pair-bond
Sharing thoughts in tenor and baritone
It’s a good night.
This hour of the night
Makes madmen sing
And dreamers fly.
It’s a good night.
A strange point of view — talking about what you’re doing at the moment. Like wondering if making homemade spaghetti sauce is old fashioned.
Some people love doing it; others are so busy with their lives it’s much easier to doctor up a jar of the red marvel. Of course the end result is “worth it: — but is it practical anymore?
Have we trended out of one form of expression only to discover the next one that lies around the corner?
I spend a lot of time on research for my art blogs. I myself love doing nitty gritty like that. But many don’t. And many don’t have time to read blogs they’re signed up for. What started out to be an enjoyable way to spend a few minutes has more likely become a chore.
And we all know how we love chores.
Sometimes I sit and reflect that there’s really nothing left to blog about. I can’t stand half of the world affairs, and no amount of blogging will change the players involved. I don’t do recipes or instructions or celebrity gossip. The art I find I share, but not everyone is interested these days.
I’m not taking offense if blogging is on it’s way out as a social trend. Fifteen years ago blogging was just coming into vogue. A few years before that it was Facebook and Instagram. There was always a way to be heard.
Now with apps like Tic Tok and What’s App and dozens more you can be heard and seen everywhere all at once. I suppose that’s good and bad.
But back to blogging.
I know in here I’ve said from time that feel a slowdown coming. A change of ways. After all, what is life without change?
People evolve. So do their forms of entertainment. What was fun and innovative five years ago is now old news. People used to write in journals and give each other calling cards so they could keep in touch. Letters turned to hardcover books which turned into paperbacks and now most anything you want to read can be found electronically.
This is not so much a wondering blog as it is an observational one. WordPress used to (and still might) be the most popular writing blog. But, as evolution shows, now it’s in competition with Bluesky, Substack, and who know what else.
Today’s blog is more about keeping connected.
Just as hardcovers evolved into Kindle and hand written letters turned into texting, so blogs will continue to evolve.
I hope you continue to use the tools of the Internet, not to waste, but to create. Explore, research, wander. But always come back home.
It’s where blogging will be waiting … along with some kickass homemade spaghetti sauce …..
Volker Hermes (-1972) is internationally artist renowned for his ‘Hidden Portraits’ that make digital interventions into historical portrait paintings.
Hermes revisits historical portraits by incorporating diverted ornaments inspired by costumes from the 16th to the 19th century, which invade the picture.
Taking textures and patterns from within the antique image, he creates masks and new adornments that obscure the sitters’ faces and in the process sheds new insight on how fashion functions in historical imagery.
Volker’s ‘Hidden Portraits’ are playful and mischievous; they delight in the sensory exuberance of historical dress.
For the last decade, Hermes has used digital-imaging software to manipulate classic portraits from museum collections around the world.
The entire face is covered by an absurd mask, piled-up fabric or a ceremonial wig. But nothing is added to the paintings. All the changes come from within the original itself.
Hermes’s meticulously described collages pay homage to their sources while gently ribbing the social pretensions and ambitions of the courtly classes.
His practice plays with the limits of perception and tenderly mocks human folly, whether it’s the desire to capture and tame the natural world or to flaunt the latest fashions.
More of Volker Hermes surreal paintings can be found at https://www.hermes.art/.
See — my compatriots celebrate Caturday — even if they don’t realize it!
Here is a great post by my friend Georgiann over at Rethinking Life sharing more insights into the world of Caterday!

this is what our cats do
when we leave the house
they get dressed up
go out and meet friends
why would they stay home
waiting for us to return
when they could dress up
in beautiful clothes
and have fun
so start buying your cat
well made top coats
a few ties
hats and scarfs
instead of
catnip mice
and squeaky toys
I think they’d appreciate it
Photo: William Tyiilijura
Pixabay
Once you have tasted the taste of sky, you will forever look up.
~Leonardo da Vinci

How often do you ask this of others?
How often do you ask this and mean it?
“How are you?” is one of those phrases we throw out constantly, often with emptiness behind it. Kind of like a courtesy call. “How are you?” is about as cliché as “What’s New?” but not as specific as “Did you -___?” or “How was ___?”
I’m not picking on us. It’s a courtesy in and of itself just to speak to someone else. These days it’s easier to walk eyes down or stare at your phone and ignore a possible interaction than to actually engage in conversation.
“How ya doin’?” is often an ice breaker. Depending on the response (not only the actual words but someone’s body language) you can instantly judge if you want to continue the conversation or move on.
“How are you?” gives you room to instantly judge a situation and your reaction to it. Which is not always an accurate response.
People who are in pain or who have just lost a loved one often say “I’m doing fine.” They protect their hearts and minds with those three words, keeping the world at bay while they deal with whatever.
“I’m doing fine” also is a knee jerk response to the constant repetition of the question they hear all day long. After all, how many times do you need to explain your feelings about frustration or depression or, the other side of the coin, bliss and contentment?
Emotions are a strange reaction to the world around you. Heaven forbid you are too happy or too sad. Middle-of-the-road Q&As make life easier. How are you. Fine. Move on. How are you. Fine. Move on.
I’m not saying every conversation needs to be a confessional or a gut-wrenching response. Sometimes you are just fine. Sometimes you are just being polite.
But I don’t want to turn into a robot who asks the same questions a dozen times a day and get the same dozen answers. Sometimes I want the other person to know that I really am interested in their well being and their psyche. I don’t need an in depth conversation of what’s bothering them unless it’s obvious that they need one at the moment.
Reading people is nearly impossible. We all have such heavy armor around us it’s hard for us to experience the world as it’s meant to be experienced.
But know that sometimes when someone asks you “How are you?” they really want to know. They, too, are tippy toeing around sensitive subjects yet want you to know they’re there for you if need be.
So ….
How are you?
Good Morning! Welcome to our Art Gallery Review!
Thought this morning we could continue our wandering through Sunday Evening Art Gallery galleries — how about statues? Part Two?
Sounds good!





















Creativity takes courage.
~ Henri Matisse

Well, I’ve certainly not been bored lately.
How wonderful, you all think. Something to do all the time. Someone to do it with.
While I agree with your assessment (I am indeed blessed), I am in need of some alone time, too.
Some people HATE being alone. Past experiences, relationships, current mind chatter, all work on our psyche for good and bad. One bad carrot in the bag and we tend to throw the whole thing away.
I’ve actually been trying to EAT my carrots lately.
I’ve been busy with grandkids, camping with daughter-in-law’s parents, rearranging rooms, and today I’m moving in all my plants because of the cold nights coming (The funny thing about that is … why does it seem there are many more to bring in than were brought out last spring??) I was busy making purse charms and selling them at the art fair, shopping for products for my next art project, and collecting pics for future blogs. That’s not to mention washing tons of laundry and the ever-hated full sink of dishes.
It’s about time I pay as much attention to my body as I do picking out glass beads.
I am the heaviest I’ve ever been. I’m the most tired I’ve ever been. I am the flakiest I’ve ever been. I’m the oldest I’ve ever been, although that is a mute point. I’m also, in some worlds, the happiest I’ve ever been.
But if I don’t start working on this weight I won’t be around long enough to make any more “ever beens.”
So ONCE AGAIN I am working on a behavioral modification. I don’t do the “D” word or the “E” word any more. Those words just reflect dozens of failed New Year’s resolutions and bright spring morning starts.
I hear some of you say well, it’s too late for me. I’m too old to change my ways.
No you’re not. If you don’t start changing now, you won’t have a tomorrow to complain about.
What do dietitians and life coaches and psychics say? One day at a time?
I want to walk across a soccer field without getting a winded pain in the chest. I want to be able to lift my leg up to cross it on my other leg without pulling muscles. I want to eat healthier, sit outside more often, and be able to bend over without going “AAArrrrgggghhhh….eeeeahhhhooooo… jeeeeeezzzz.
So this Monday morning, before making a grocery list, before listening to smooth jazz jams and making homemade breakfast burritos, I am patting myself on the head and saying, “Go Girl. This time is the real time. One day at a time.”
I want to be around for my grandson’s high school graduation … heck… my seven-year-old’s high school graduation. I want to plan vacations where I can actually walk across a plaza without having to find a place to sit and recoup. I want to eat fresh foods and learn to cook all over again. I want to learn to walk and dance all over again.
If i can do it, you can do it. Do you need to do it?
Let’s get on this atta-boy band wagon together!
Arizona-based artist Kathy Klein uses a variety of organic materials to produce a series of eye-catching mandalas referred to as Danmalas – a portmanteau of the Vedic Sanskrit words “dan” and “mala” which respectively mean “the giver” and “garland of flowers.”
Klein studied both Painting and Art Education at Arizona State University.
Each piece in her ongoing collection boasts a brilliant sense of geometric symmetry and energetic life.
Taking inspiration from traditional Buddhist mandalas, Klein’s danmala’s use shells, seeds, pine cones, rocks, vegetation, and a diverse supply of flowers (including carnations, daisies, goldenrods, hydrangeas, junipers, marigolds, and tulips) to present a circle of symmetry.
After assembling each visually enriching combination, she leaves it out for anyone to come across.
There’s a meditative repetitiveness to each creation that is both awakening and relaxing for those who discover her work in person.
“Mandalas are deeply imbedded in our collective consciousness,” Klein explains.
“They can be used to describe all of creation and are a reflection of the Sacred, which is inherently present in nature’s perfect geometry.”
More of Kathy Klein’s magical designs can be found at https://kathyklein.org and https://mymodernmet.com/kathy-klein-danmala/
While attending the International Fireworks Show in Ottawa, Canada, photographer David Johnson had his camera in hand to document the night.
When Spain’s entry into the competition began he decided to try something a little different.
The technique he used was a simple refocus during the 1-2 second-long exposure.
To produce these images, Johnson started out of focus, and when he heard the explosion he quickly refocused.
The captured abstract beams were transformed into a series of unusual, striking shapes.
By shifting the focus of his camera, Johnson delivered both hazy and evidently detailed pictures.
“The shapes are quite bizarre, ” Johnson says.
“Some of them I was pleasantly surprised with.”
More of David Johnson’s marvelous photography can be found at https://www.flickr.com/photos/daveyjphoto/ and https://mymodernmet.com/david-johnson-fireworks-photography/.
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Heath Satow (-1969) is an American artist who works in fabricated metals.
Satow attended North Carolina State University School of Design where he graduated with honors with a concentration in sculpture.
The curved facets of his sculptural surfaces pull apart our visual surroundings, distort and re-order them in unexpected ways, creating a new interpretation of the world we usually tune out and take for granted.
Satow’s intention with these pieces is to tune us back into the world around us.
”I work primarily with mirror-polished stainless because of the visual variety it offers daily,” Satow shares.
“As natural light changes, as the colors of the seasons change, even as people’s fashion changes, all these permutations are literally reflected in the work.”
More of Heath Satow’s amazing sculptures can be found at https://www.publicsculpture.com/.

If you survive long enough, you’re revered—rather like an old building.
~Katharine Hepburn
The first round, Looking Back on Friday … Again — Jewelry Part One, was a hit with jewelry lovers! I mean, where else can you find jewelry made by Cartier and Pierre Sterlé side by side with alien stealing cows earrings and R2D2 rings?
Let’s visit some of my other oldie jewelry blogs and see where we land!














Going through some of the photos from my trip to Paris, Rome, and Florence last year for my new Frameo moving picture frame, I came across some kick ass photos of stone architecture.
What the architects of yesteryear created is past amazing. I am not familiar with the styles, but the words relief, frieze, architectural sculpture, and carvings all seem to be proper adjectives for the beauty I found over there.
I’ll never make my way over there again, and some of you might never make it there at all. Sharing these photos provide a realistic insight into what that world looks like from the comfort of your sofa.
Today I want to share with you gates I came across. Hopefully in future posts I’ll share altars, ceilings, buildings, and other wonders of the ancient world. Come walk with me!
Forgive some of the photography — I am an active learner still.
GATES/FENCES








Günther Uecker (1930 – 2025) was a renowned German artist best known for his dynamic use of nails to create tactile, three-dimensional compositions that challenge the boundaries between painting and sculpture.
Uecker began his artistic education in 1949 when he took up studies at Wismar in Germany.
After the East German uprising of 1953, he escaped to the West, settling in Düsseldorf where he studied under Otto Pankok at the Kunstakademie Düsseldorf.
Beginning in 1966, after the group ZERO dissolved its last joint exhibition, Uecker increasingly began using nails as an artistic means of expression —- a material that, until today, stands in the centre of his oeuvre.
His nail art, characterized by rhythmic patterns and a sense of motion, evokes themes of destruction and reconstruction, reflecting the post-war context in which he emerged as a leading figure in contemporary art.
His idea of art as a cosmic practice may feel like something from the past, when artist-heroes grappled with essential truths on our behalf.
Yet there is profound humility in the way he steps into his studio each day with the tools of a carpenter, and little else.
More of Gunther Uecker’s expressive art can be found at https://www.levygorvydayan.com/artists/gunther-uecker.
‘I’m bored,’ I sigh.
‘What?’ You ask, a slight smirk touching your lips.
‘You? Bored? Come on,’ you tease. ‘You… with a hundred things on your creativity list? How can you be bored?’ You make a slight pointing gesture before opening your hand in mock surprise.
‘I’m bored at this moment,’ I repeat, fingertips paused pensively on the keyboard. ‘The brain has not kicked in yet.’
‘Even Michelangelo was bored sometimes,’ I reply, an ever-so-slight flip on the edges. ‘I’m sure half way through painting the Sistine Chapel he thought he’d had enough and took a break to have a beer.’
You chuckle. ‘Honey, he probably drank wine. Chianti or something. But that’s not the point.’
You put your hands together as if in prayer.
‘Pray tell… why are you bored? Haven’t you said the world is an ever evolving and exciting place? That there’s always something new to learn?’
I nod sheepishly. I sit back in my chair, taking my fingers off the keyboard.
‘Yeah… right. Happy Happy Joy Joy and all that.’ A pause. ‘Maybe I’m just exploring the world of boredom. Inspecting its boundaries. Tiptoeing to the edge to see how far down it goes.’
You lean back in your comfy chair. ‘Ahhh … checking out the abyss, eh? The depths of man’s passions and despair. All or nothingness. Possibly all for naught. I’ve heard the boundaries are endless. True nirvana vs true blackness. Tottering to the edge doesn’t make so. You have to take that final leap.’
I look at you in a new philosophical light. You know so much. Feel so much. A real Nietzsche.
I look out the window, watching the birds knock each other out of the feeder, the clouds rolling in, a thunderstorm not far behind. I think. I contemplate. I muse. I dig deep into my soul.
I smile at you, finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel.
‘No … ’ I reply confidently.
‘I’m just bored.’
Callen Schaub is an abstract artist based in Montreal, Canada.
Schaub’s vivid, illusionistic abstract paintings feature sweeping patterns in colorful hues on rectangular and round surfaces.
The artist forgoes paint brushes, instead using tools like pendulums, trapezes, and spinning machines to produce the freeform splatters of paint seen throughout his work.
After creating the base, Schaub layered paint into a bucket destined to pass above the canvas while being suspended by a rope.
Taking it into his arms, he released a plug on the bottom, allowing paint to flow through two large holes, then sends the bucket swinging over the canvas.
The resulting swirls and blends makes for the most magical in-motion artwork.
With over a decade of live performances and exhibitions under his belt, Callen transforms movement into mesmerizing color, exploring what it means to make and experience art.
More of Callen Schaub’s exciting artwork can be found at https://callenschaub.com.
It’s been quite a few weeks since we’ve celebrated Caturday and Doggerday!
How’s your cat doing?
How’s your dog doing?
How’s your pets and kids and friends doing?
Cats and dogs and hamsters and toddlers and friends all live in that same stratosphere. That same aura. That same world.
The world of love. The world of friendship. The world where, no matter what they do, you are there for them.
No money need be exchanged; no favors given or taken. No shouldas, couldas or wouldas. Just plain friendship. The buddy system times ten.
Caturday and Doggerday are just reminders that your best friends need you.
Don’t limit your love rays to just your dogs and cats. Spread your love and affection to everyone around you. Hug your kid. Even if your kid is 40 years old. Call your bestie and talk for an hour. Text your friend from work and say hi.
You all know what I mean.
Share the love. Even if you don’t get it back. Doesn’t matter. Loving is what feels good. Share your heart’s wealth.
Especially when it translates into petting and cuddling fur babies…..
TREE HOUSE
A tree house, a free house,
A secret you and me house,
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house.
A street house, a neat house,
Be sure to wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all-
Let’s go live in a tree house.
~ Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends










Marilyn Sunderland is an American artist and sculptor who is recognized for her amazing sculptures made from ordinary pumpkins.
Sunderland has a Bachelor’s degree in Art Education from the University of Missouri-Columbia, plus a two-year art course from the Art Instruction, Inc. of Minneapolis, Minnesota.
Having acquired carving certificates for classes completed in gourd and creative wood carving, Sunderland’s work transforms pumpkins into beautiful pieces of art, featuring blooming flowers, scenic landscapes, and swimming fish.
Before starting to work with a pumpkin, she removes the pulp, focusing solely on the walls.
She then treats the pumpkin using a special technique and applies layers of acrylic or oil paint.
Only after the pumpkin is primed does Marilyn begin carving her whimsical patterns and scenes.
She often cuts flowers, leaves, and other elements from other pumpkins and attaches them to her canvas-like pumpkin. The result is three-dimensional and incredibly intricate artwork.
More of Marilyn Sunderland’s amazing carvings can be found at https://www.marilynsunderlandstudios.com/.

You know how much fun I have looking back at Art Galleries — the diversity is just amazing!
Sometimes a highlighted artist is more a noun than a proper name. Generalities rather than specifics.
So it is with today’s highlights — color.
I do hope you are clicking on the blue title links and checking out the variety of images that tag along with the title.
See you there!





























What a wonderful topic for a Monday Morning!
The places you could go with an inference of this sort! The trips of imagination and logic can move as one as we take a thought or motion or occurrence and make it out to be bigger and more fantastic than it already is — or ever was.
Alas, today’s observation is neither cosmic nor scientific. But it makes me smile anyway.
Friday night I went to our local theater to see Downton Abbey: The Grand Finale. For those of you unaquainted with the turn-of-the-century series, the storyline is thus: The series, set on the fictional Yorkshire country estate of Downton Abbey between 1912 and 1926, depicts the lives of the aristocratic Crawley family and their domestic servants in the post-Edwardian era, and the effects the great events of the time have on their lives and on the British social hierarchy. (Wikipedia) The movie itself is the conclusion of the TV series and the subsequent two follow up movies.
Anyway….
Our local theater is like most small town theaters. Four different movies, four different theaters, very few in any of them. I’ve taken my grandkids to movies and have attended a few on my own through the years, and I would be tickled if there were more than 3-4-5 other people in the theater with me.
Last Friday there were a whopping 12 people in the theater watching this period piece. More than the Fantastic Four and Minecraft together.
Could this be a reflection, an indication, of society’s lack of interest in new and modern faces on movies?
Are people finally getting tired of watching slashing and brutality and dismemberment for an hour and a half? Are people tired of spending good money to watch superheroes save humanity once again or demons possessing innocent victims or beautiful people turning to drugs?
According to Google AI, fewer people are going to movie theaters now compared to the past, with attendance in 2023 being roughly half of pre-pandemic levels, a trend largely driven by the rise of streaming services, the convenience of home viewing, and higher ticket prices.
Now maybe this is nothing more than a Boomer resistance. After all, we’ve seen this and that for like ever (heh). Possession? Yes. Slicing open bodies? Yep. Drugs? Yep. College parties and adult parties where all act like high school parties? Bring it on. Been there, done that.
I think Hollywood is having a problem bringing something new to the table.
There are only so many ways you can fall in love, have a drug overdose, crash cars and fight aliens. Only so many ways you can introduce and reintroduce blood and guts to the big screen.
The “large” audience in the theater Friday night was most likely a fluke. If I had gone to a larger theater in a larger city, they may have been lined up to see Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Infinity Castle.
But maybe — just maybe — people are getting tired of being scared, freaked out, and repulsed. There is enough of that on the nightly news.
Maybe a dose of Downton Abbey or F1 the race driver movie or even Stephen King’s non-demonic-yet-grueling The Long Walk is what people are searching for these days. Something with more brains and entertainment value over brutal and gory fare.
Or maybe I just like Downton Abbey.
Leena Nio (-1982) is a painter born in Helsinki and currently living in Espoo, Finland.
Nio graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts in 2010 and was awarded the Finnish Art Society’s Ducat Prize the same year.
Nio is known for her ability to play with different techniques and perspectives through her oil paint.
Her choice of theme and technique stems from her profound interest in painting and its potential.
She makes use of traditional subject matter — such as portraiture and still life — but experiments with the materiality of paint, creating a range of impressions on a single canvas.
Often her paintings look like blown up photos of knitted sweaters, needlepoint and buttons.
More of Leena Nio’s delightful paintings can be found at https://leenanio.com/.

In the cherry blossom’s shade there’s no such thing as a stranger.
This blog was originally posted on September 11, 2016. I know that since the original post there have been thousands of art works created honoring this horrific day.
I thought it appropriate to repost this one today. The only changes I’ve made is to add the artist’s name.
We will never forget.
To send light into the darkness of men’s hearts — such is the duty of the artist.
~ Robert Schumann


















Hengki Koentjoro (-1963) is an accomplished photographer specializing in capturing the spectral domain that lies amidst the shades of black and white.
He learned his craft at the Brooks Institute for Photography in Santa Barbara, California.
Upon his return to Indonesia, Koentjoro settled in Jakarta as a freelance videographer and video editor.
Delving into what he believes to be his true purpose in life’s journey of expression, he indulges himself in the art of black and white photography on the side.
Exploring along the borderlines of light and shadow, yin and yang, Koentjoro celebrates complexity in the minimalist.
In his striking signature simplicity, the artist delicately preserves the dreamy awe in ordinary objects above and under water.
“Photography can never be separated from the aspects of making the common things unusual,” Koentjoro shares, “welcoming the unexpected, indulging and embracing ourselves with the joy of photography.
More of Hengki Koentjoro’s marvelous photography can be found at https://www.hengki-koentjoro.com/.

I have finally taken upon myself to watch the turn-of-he-century series “The Gilded Age.”
For those who are unfamiliar with this Julian Fellowes creation, The Gilded Age is about new money vs old money in 1880’s New York City.
Like its predecessor, Downton Abbey, the series is glorious in its sets, fashions, and elegance.
Now I realize this is a fictional creation for mass viewers, but it does touch on the morals and habits of people who lived 143-ish years ago.
It has all the raised prickles of a porcupine — upper class snobbery, racial bigotry, struggles of power and wealth and forbidden love and all that world entangles. And I know these fictional plights are separate from the true tragedies that still plague the world today — war, famine, poverty, bigotry.
But that’s not the angle I take this morning. I’m more moved by the social laws and desires and struggles those of the upper class back in the 1880s. It was a world today’s women can’t imagine
Of course there were exceptions. But that’s not what today’s blog is about.
A woman of “class” couldn’t go out unsupervised. Women were discouraged from talking to men or women not of their social rank. Women could not have visitors unless her parents approved first. Could not have friends out of their class or color. Women didn’t bother learning household skills and were never party to the ways of money, bills, or financial security. You weren’t allowed to question those who provided for you. You couldn’t play with your children without a nanny or governess around.
And those corsets! Eeek!
Today I am reflecting on the freedom of women to be women. And to have that definition be whatever we choose it to be.
Equality is virtue that is rarely achieved. It is talked about, suggested, hinted at, and even achieved in some arenas. The opulence of the Gilded Age was a barrier in a class status that should not have had any barriers. After all, you had money. You had a beautiful house. You ate in the most opulent restaurants and danced in ballrooms. Other people did your laundry and cooked your food and made your clothes. You did nothing but study social protocols and keep your opinions to yourself.
You were more restricted than Imotep’s mummy.
I’m happy that I was born a hundred years later. I’ve had poor days and rich days. I’ve worked and vacationed and drank out of crystal wine glasses. I took care of my children 24/7 and changed my own sheets. I have friends of color and friends who are well off and friends who are struggling to make ends meet.
I am free to live my life the way that I want.
I think my enjoyment of The Gilded Age boils down to crystal chandelier envy.
Which is fine with me…..
A lovely day for just about anything you’d like to go, any place you’d like to wander!
How about we take a wander back through some of my Needlepoint and Friends Galleries? I mean — a stitch in time makes nine — whatever that means — a stitch back in time makes for eleven great Galleries!!





















