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Eccentric Heaven: Painting with Poetic License
Last weekend I had the best time creating a piece based on a friend’s new poem. If you’ve never used a great piece of writing as a springboard for your art, you should try it. It has you go beyond your usual subject matter, directions, even media, as you allow yourself to be led down a path...
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Eccentric Heaven: Painting with Poetic License
Last weekend I had the best time creating a piece based on a friend’s new poem. If you’ve never used a great piece of writing as a springboard for your art, you should try it. It has you go beyond your usual subject matter, directions, even media, as you allow yourself to be led down a path...
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Spooning All Night: A Mixed-Media Love Story
What can I say, things got a little out of hand. I’d had no intention of getting caught up in anything serious that night, but you know how it goes. Something catches your eye, sparks your interest. You toy with new possibilities. Flirt a bit, even. Nothing wrong with that.
But I lost my head...
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A Zest for Life: Anne Marie Schlekeway’s True Voice Found After Loss of Speech
Allow me to introduce you to Anne Marie Schlekeway, the first of many inspiring and Zesty types I plan to share with you. You can thank me later for this one. I promise you that taking the time to watch her presentation will give you a whole new Alice-in-Wonderland door to unleashing your own happiness and...
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05 4th, 2010 |
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Allow me to introduce you to Anne Marie Schlekeway, the first of many inspiring and Zesty types I plan to share with you. You can thank me later for this one. I promise you that taking the time to watch her presentation will give you a whole new Alice-in-Wonderland door to unleashing your own happiness and creativity. I kid you not.
Anne Marie Schlekeway: Business muse,...
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04 30th, 2010 |
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Last weekend I had the best time creating a piece based on a friend’s new poem. If you’ve never used a great piece of writing as a springboard for your art, you should try it. It has you go beyond your usual subject matter, directions, even media, as you allow yourself to be led down a path you might not otherwise have found. I haven’t painted in...
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Deb Beroset on
04 13th, 2010 |
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Yesterday morning, this was the scene outside my studio office window: treetops popping with electric green leafage, the weathered fence enclosing my back yard, the outbuildings beyond belonging to two different neighbors, the sun expertly illuminating the redbud tree so that it almost looks as if its brilliant magenta foliage is lit from within.
Each morning when I get up,...
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Deb Beroset on
03 26th, 2010 |
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What can I say, things got a little out of hand. I’d had no intention of getting caught up in anything serious that night, but you know how it goes. Something catches your eye, sparks your interest. You toy with new possibilities. Flirt a bit, even. Nothing wrong with that.
But I lost my head this time, and I’m woman enough to admit it. I was up in my...
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03 17th, 2010 |
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“Food is what she wrote about, although to leave it at that is reductionist in the extreme. What she really wrote about was the passion, the importance of living boldly instead of cautiously; oh, what scorn she had for timid eaters, timid lovers, people who took timid stands, or none at all, on matters of principle.”
Cyra McFadden, San Francisco Examiner, on...
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Deb Beroset on
11 24th, 2009 |
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Scribble singing: An ode to transitory thrills, ephemeral beauty and the fleeting nature of life
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I’m a little prone to wanting to hang onto things as they are.
That might come as a surprise to some who know me. “You?” I can imagine them saying, hands on hips like a row of skeptical Rockettes, their left eyebrows all cocked in...
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11 24th, 2009 |
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Have you seen Coco Before Chanel yet? I finally got my chance this week, happy as a clam at high tide in the south of France at the prospect of going to a movie with one of my daughters, and even more delighted to be doing so in a theatre that serves vinho verde.
I loved Audrey Tautou in Amelie, figured I’d like her in this, and I was right. The film is, as you would...
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11 23rd, 2009 |
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The great find that inspired this piece was a bit of text in a real bodice-ripper of a vintage novel that is my absolute favorite source of melodramatic verbiage: “At last, after his hostess had swallowed many yawns, Sam reluctantly said good night.”
I suddenly feel the need to explain myself to the horrified bibliophiles out there. Let me just say that I long ago got...
