Since I Don’t Write Poetry

I am continuing to construct collages on suminagashi marbled paper. The concept of time, during the Covid19 pandemic, is strange and weird. I’ve used the word “time” in the titles of these new collages to encourage thinking about various aspects of the collage.

In poetry there are what I think of as “breaths” between words or phrases. The relationships of shapes, lines, colors and spaces in between function in much the same way in the collage. Is it a stretch to say those relationships may act as metaphors which provoke thoughts (memories?) and feelings?

Here is #1366 “Time Will Tell.”

What are your reactions?

#1366 Time Will Tell collage on suminagashi marbled paper 22×30 2020

#1366 Detail

Compare it to #1367 “Time-less.”

How are the relationships of shapes, colors and lines different? What is the “flow” or rhythm? How does the movement relate to the marbling?

#1367 Time-less collage on suminagashi marbled paper 22×30 2020

Here is #1368 “Another Time.”

#1368 Another Time collage on suminagashi marbled paper 22×30 2020

#1368 Detail


This is #1369 “Time For…”

#1369 Time For… collage on suminagashi marbled paper 22×30 2020

The collages were constructed on 22” x 30’” paper. Not small, but not huge. Try to picture that size and think about how near or far you would have to be to take it all in and see the relationships I’m talking about.

This is my wordless poetry.

A Pandemic Diary In Pictures – Part 2

Days turned into weeks, then months. Still “sheltering in place”, still walking the Preston Ridge Trail early in the morning. Strength training at home. Still noticing.

Home Gym

No Children At Play

Shadow AM

Street Abstract

The Crossing


Have A Good Day

Closed Until Further Notice

Some things made me smile. Oh, happy day!

Over The Rainbow

Happy Birthday Henry

Happy Birthday Neighbor

Shout Out

Social distancing? Yeah, we got it!

Make Way For Ducklings

It was time to go to our farm. In the car, door to door, no stopping on the way. No one at either house but hubby and me. Spring had sprung!

Thankful For Small Favors

There’s nothing like a Texas sky to remind me to look at the big picture and a brilliant sunset to fill my heart with hope for the future.


At The End Of The Day

Maybe I’ll get a haircut soon.


A Pandemic Diary In Pictures – Part 1

We are ordinary people living in an extraordinary time. I am thankful for the roof over my head and food on my table. Wearing the same clothes for too many days (weeks?) is a minor inconvenience. I won’t list the things I miss. Everyone else has done that.

Hubby and I decided to “shelter in place” at our house in Dallas and temporarily forgo our weekly trips to our farm north of Dallas, at least for the near future. I decided to document my days at home by photographing the simple, usually unnoticed, things in my surroundings. It was a good exercise is “noticing.”

Spring arrives in Texas early, sometime in March, about the same time we received the stay at home order and my local gym closed. About five minutes from my house is the Preston Ridge Trail, a mixed-use trail that goes on for miles and is never crowded. A four-mile early morning walk became my daily aerobic workout (mask included). The absence of people was striking.

No Players, No Fans


Crossing Ahead

Hello, Anybody There?

No One On The Trail

Underfoot, Dallas


At home there is more cooking than usual which is O.K. since I like to cook. Maybe not quite this much. So much food prep meant more “noticing.”

Washed & Ready To Eat

Last One

Home Cooking

If You Wait Long Enough

Time To Clean

Plus, a bit of early spring to brighten up the table.

Irises Say Spring

I am a solitary person by nature, enjoying my alone time in my art studio. As an artist I am used to having large blocks of uninterrupted time, so the forced isolation was not as much of a problem for me as for others. I missed everything that filled my non-working hours, family, friends, dining out, cultural outings, travel, etc., etc. There is extra time for hobbies, one of which is knitting. I’ve been a knitter since I was eight years old (thanks, Mom). There is always something on my needles.

Ready To Knit

The house is quiet, inside and outside.

Morning Joe

Gone to Sleep

Hidden From View



Patio At Night

To be continued (Part 2).


Prom-Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow

2020-21’s high school seniors have been struck a blow by Covid-19. Prom has an / through it. Cancelled! All the planning, excitement, decisions about dates, outfits, pictures, dances, etc., gone in an instant. The event, marking the end of an era, will not happen. I know they will find creative ways to be “together” apart, but it won’t be the same. I felt for them as I thought back to my own prom (ancient history) something I had not done in a long time.

Prom, for me, was a double header! That’s an apt analogy because the guy who took me to my prom and the guy who took me to his was the same guy and did he ever love baseball. He played in high school (Taft H.S., Bronx NY)) and was a fervent Yankees fan.

We had our first date on March 31, 1959. How we met is a story for another day. I was a senior at the High School of Music and Art. M&A and the High School of Performing Arts merged shortly after I graduated and established a new school at Lincoln Center with the unwieldy name of Fiorello H. La Guardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts. Whew! My date, Stanley Feld, was a senior at Columbia College. I know, he “robbed the cradle.” He also expertly wooed my mom and dad and came with a great recommendation from his aunt who knew my mother. What aunt wouldn’t give her nephew a great recommendation?

M&A and Columbia had senior proms sometime in May before graduation in June. Senior proms were generally held in May or June before the end of the school year. The end of an era! They were formal affairs with girls in poofy dresses and guys in tuxes. The dresses may have been strapless but unlike today’s affairs, not much skin showed elsewhere. Pretty sedate, actually, but very pretty with pastel colors dominating. Since I was going to two proms I bought two dresses, which was very extravagant for a middle class Bronx girl. Stan rented his tux for each night. Lucky guy! I never wore those dresses again. Did you know that “prom” is short for promenade? That makes sense – there was a lot of promenading about, checking out each other’s attire and dates.

Stanley & Cecelia

Stanley & Cecelia

My prom was an evening of dinner and dancing at the Copacabana, a legendary New York nightclub near Times Square. It’s still there, hopefully shuttered only temporarily, its bands playing more of today’s music for a hip crowd. Stan’s prom event was a bit more adventurous. There was probably dinner and dancing at Columbia (Manhattan). Neither of us can remember. The evening continued afterwards with a train ride (subway) down to South Ferry at the tip of Manhattan). No car, no Uber. It was some kind of crazy tradition. We rode the ferry to Staten Island and returned on the ferry at some god-awful hour of night/early morning. We took the train to the Bronx to bring me home, maybe taking a cab from the train to my house. I’m sure we didn’t walk. My date got me home sometime in the early morning. Fortunately, Stan’s house was not too far away. We were beat!

The 1959 school year concluded with the two fun and exciting proms and two graduations. Fall 1959 would see me starting Hunter College and Stan starting Downstate Medical Center. We would continue to date, get engaged, graduate from Hunter and Downstate and marry at the end of the four years (1963).

1959 was the end of a decade. The 60’s would be turbulent; JFK’s assassination, the Vietnam was (and its protests), LBJ’s Great Society legislation, including passage of the Civil Rights acts, and Woodstock.

A few years ago, as I was about to enter a restaurant in Dallas, I came upon a group of Prom revelers entering the same restaurant. I took a few pictures of them. Don’t they look grand, all dressed up and ready to party?







While we know the “new” normal will be different we don’t yet know how it will look. I hope the class of 2021-22 will be able to celebrate Prom in style. They deserve it!



LOVE (in the time of Covid-19)

As I sit at home, hoping everyone I know is healthy and safe, I’ve taken some time to revisit, via my photos, places near and far that I’ve traveled to over the years.

What amazes me, during this time of “social distancing” and “sheltering in place” is that regardless of where I travel I am drawn to markets and groups of people engaged in activities of daily life. So much has changed. Looking at these pictures is distressing but, in a way, hopeful. Maybe, when the time comes to “gather” again we will remember that we are a social species and welcome being physically present with friends and strangers.

Meanwhile, why wait until next Valentine’s Day to express your love? The time is now! In that spirit “I give you love, love, love, love, crazy love.” (Van Morrison, paraphrased)

Here are some of my pictures expressing the many dimensions of LOVE. I hope they lift your spirits, make you smile and put on your dancing shoes.

Rodeo Pals, Texas

Ranch, Argentina

Ennis, Texas

Rome, Italy

Cherry Blossom Time, Japan

Ride Sharing, India

Making Music, India

Tango, Buenos Aires

Heartfelt, Texas

Friends, Chile, Argentina

Kids, Calafate, Argentina

Kids, Siglo, Iceland

Getting Ready, Boston

Prom, Dallas

Taking A Ride, Zagreb

May I?

Have HeART

Love Locks, Copenhagen

From Dubrovnik With Love

Blow A Kiss, Vietman

Grapevine, Texas

“If somebody says something beautiful to you, you can remember it forever.” (Janet McTeer, actress)












Ghostly Impressions

I continue to explore the art of collage on suminagashi, marbled paper. In this series, called “Ghostly Impressions”, the collage incorporates a photograph and sun print in addition to areas of monotype and found paper.

The photo is one of many I’ve taken of “remainders” or “ghosts” on old buildings. They often indicate what company owned or leased the building. It’s a nice reminder of the past, which I want to capture. Faded, yes, but still hanging around although maybe, not for long.

The images on the sun print paper appear, like magic, after the paper is washed off. Kids love the process. I do, too! Like the signs on buildings, these images have a “ghostly” appearance.

There are a number of steps in constructing the layers of the collage.

First, the marbled paper is made using special inks, which float on the water in a tray. I swirl the ink into patterns. The paper is laid down on top of the water (carefully!) and lifted off (very carefully!) to reveal the pattern. This technique is old news to those of you who have been following my blog.

Here is what the marbled paper looks like, ready for collage.

Suminagashi marbled paper

Next, using my etching press, I add inked items to create a monotype on the marbled paper which I have dampened. It looks like this.

#1361 Fancy That

I have the ghost sign photo and the sun print ready. I adhere them to the monotype on marbled paper.

#1361 Fancy That

The last layer consists of shapes cut from found paper (i.e. magazines, other ephemera), my discarded prints and cut out marbled paper. Finished!

#1361 Fancy That   collage w. photo, sun print on suminagashi marbled paper, 22×30″ 2019

#1361 Fancy That – Detail

Here is another, partially completed. # 1365 “Layer Up”

#1365 Layer Up

Here it is finished!

#1365 Layer Up  collage w. photo, sun print on suminagashi marbled paper, 22×30 2019

I’ll be posting more from the series on my website soon. Stay tuned!

Meanwhile, check out the previous group of prints + sun prints under New Work at

The Emerald Isle

Ireland is, indeed, the emerald isle, as in green, lots of it. Rain will do that. We might have had a bit of Irish luck with us as hubby, Stan, was born on St. Patrick’s Day (March 17th). On our two weeks tripping around Ireland (the Republic of) with Odysseys Unlimited we had mostly sunny days. It was a gift, since we spent much of our time outdoors.


We covered a lot of territory, starting and ending in Dublin. From Dublin we went due west to Galway, explored the rugged Connemara region, then grabbed a ferry to Inishmore, the largest of the Aran Islands in the Atlantic Ocean. Back on land we rode along the coastline to Killarney through the Burren, an area of spectacular scenery. We made our way around the Ring of Kerry in the southern part of Ireland and up to Kilkenny, our last stop before heading back to Dublin.

It’s a country rich in tradition with proud people who have experienced great hardship through the centuries. We saw a lot, did a lot and spoke to a number of people to get a sense of what their lives are like today. Today’s Ireland is very different from the Ireland of our first trip many years ago. The following impressions just skim the surface of our trip.

If you think there are a lot of pubs in Ireland, you’re right! I won’t say the Irish drink morning, noon and night, but they certainly like their pint(s) at noon and night. The pub is a gathering place rain or shine. Music makes for a jolly, good time.




This bride and her bridesmaids (the “hens’) were celebrating the upcoming wedding in great form.


We weren’t the only ones at lunch in Murphy’s Bar on the Ring of Kerry. These wedding guests were enjoying themselves at a pre-wedding celebration. I especially liked the woman wearing a hat.


More towns, more pubs.



This pub was ready for anyone who wanted a glass of Irish Coffee (watched over by Jack and Jackie).


Serendipitous moments come to those who walk a city (us). A shopping arcade with an installation of colorful umbrellas was the perfect sight on a sunny day.


Here are a few more “moments.”

A mural on a hotel façade.


A lone walker on a narrow side street.


An extraordinary installation across two buildings in a passageway in Dublin.


From place to place water, rocky pastures and cliffs were abundant.




Cliffs of Moher

Cliffs of Moher

Ring of Kerry

And, an occasional craftsman.

Ring of Kerry

We did not lack for castles, abbeys, and medieval ruins (Rock of Cashel) with a 6th c. monastic site (Clonmacnoise) thrown in for good measure. These are part of Ireland’s history, after all.

Blarney Castle

Kilkenny Castle

Kylemore Abbey

Rock of Cashel

Rock of Cashel

Rock of Cashel



Ireland is a small country, about as big as Indiana (U.S.) ,with only about 4.7 million people (emigration seems to have stabilized). Its friendly people, beautiful scenery, ancient sites and walkable cities make Ireland a country to put on your bucket list.

I’ll end with these lovely Irish sayings:

May your day be touched with a bit of Irish luck, brightened by a song in your heart, and warmed by smiles from the people you love.

A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures.

Prints, Prints, Prints

My newest group of prints is like a trifecta. In horse racing terms a trifecta is a bet placed for first, second and third place. While I’m not a betting person (generally) I thought about the word as I was assembling these prints.

Here’s how it went.

I printed the top monotype first with some additional monotype elements scattered about. Next, I printed the solar plate etching(s) at the bottom. The space in between was saved for a sun print. That was my first, second and third place print assembly. Finally, I added a few more collage elements. The paper size is 30″x22.”

The monotype is a single print from a plate (plexiglass or metal), in this case, metal. The solar plate etching is made using the sun or a light box as a light source to “etch” the image drawn or painted on a coated plate, thus eliminating the use of toxic chemicals. The sun print is also “solar.” Materials are placed on a light sensitive paper, which is exposed to the sun and rinsed off. The image looks like a cyanotype, but no chemicals are used to print the image.

Here are a few prints from this series.

First, the sun print from #1355 “Take Nothing For Granted.”

#1355 Take Nothing For Granted

Next, the entire print, monotype on top, sun print in the middle, solar plate etching on the bottom, plus some collage.

#1355 Take Nothing For Granted


Here is #1357 “Resonance.” There are two solar plate etchings combined in this print.

#1357 Resonance

And, the sun print from “Resonance.”

#1357 Resonance

This is #1358 “Life In The Fast Lane” followed by its sun print.

#1358 Life In The Fast Lane

#1358 Life In The Fast Lane

And, a detail of “Life In The Fast Lane.”

#1358 Life In The Fast Lane

There you have it! My print trifecta!

The entire series will be up on my website soon. Stay tuned!


Bauhaus at 100

A trip to Germany with the Davis Museum of Art at Wellesley College included a tour of the Bauhaus in Dessau. It was an opportunity to see, in person, this important icon of 20th century architecture and design.

A (very) brief history. In 1919, one hundred years ago, Walter Gropius founded the Bauhaus in Weimar, Germany. The design aesthetic was lean and spare. It would influence modern design for years to come, 100 for sure. The Bauhaus was a school where designers, architects, painters, sculptors and craftsmen taught and built items. Paul Klee and Wassily Kandinsky worked there.

Nazi interference in 1924 made Gropius move the school to Dessau, a city southwest of Berlin. There, he built a campus consisting of the main building, a director’s house and three masters’ houses.

I’ve tried to capture some of the Bauhaus aesthetic like the exterior glass curtain-wall of the main building.

Bauhaus – Main Building

Bauhaus-Main Building

Bauhaus – Main Building

Bauhaus – Main Building

Construction details and color are all strikingly modern.

Bauhaus – Main Building

Bauhaus – Main Building

Bauhaus – Main Building

Bauhaus – Main Building

Bauhaus – Main Building


Furniture was constructed with tubular arms and legs. Door pulls were simple and unadorned.

Bauhaus – Main Building Auditorium Seats

Bauhaus – Main Building Door Detail


Rain-washed cement sidewalks seemed compatible with the tiny balconies.

Bauhaus – Main Building Balconies


The director’s house is a freestanding building. There are also three identical semi-detached houses for the masters. They are white stucco cubic structures designed by Gropius. They are modular with mirrored and rotated floor plans for variety. In the unadorned rooms light from windows, high and low, plays along the walls giving them an almost abstract quality as they intersect one another.


Master’s House

Master’s House

Master’s House

Master’s House

Master’s House


We take for granted much of what Gropius and his followers did to change the nature of design and architecture. What will the next hundred years look like?



The Haiku Project Continues

Seven seemed like a good number for the Haiku Collage series. At least for the time being. Before moving on to something else I thought I would publish a blog with the collages completed since the first few described in “The Haiku Project” – December 2018.

If you remember, the project grew out of a desire to combine, as collage, my cut up prints and found paper with stenciled and cut paper words from haiku poems sent to me by friends. The collage was assembled on marbled paper that I made using the suminagashi technique (Japanese). To refresh your memory about the process of layering in making the collage go to December 2018 in the Archives at the side of the blog.

Here are the new haikus, each followed by the completed collage.

# 1349 Alice’s Haiku

In the library

For fifteen minutes or less

No charge for parking

Alice’s Haiku

Alice’s Haiku – detail

# 1350 Faye’s Haiku

Butterflies in flight

Light as air like free spirits

Spreading joy to all

Faye’s Haiku

Faye’s Haiku – detail

# 1351 Todd’s Haiku

The open dog park

Never the same love again

Without your loved ones

Todd’s Haiku

Todd’s Haiku – detail

# 1352 Kathleen’s Haiku


Comfort comes in many forms

Sit back let it in

Kathleen’s Haiku