David's Story

As you explore this box what images

capture your attention? 

What juxtaposition of items bring

questions to your mind?

It's from the series

Stories Without Words

that I've just finished for my

first exhibit.  Exciting!  It's up at Dazzle, 

a jazz club here in Denver, for a few

more weeks.  

And now -- finally -- I'm posting again

on my blog. Thanks to all of you who've 

emailed or left notes on earlier posts 

asking me to come back!

      

So ... what are your ideas about David's Story.

The inspiration for my piece is only

the beginning. Your imagination

brings dimension and expands the story

into your own life experiences.

Share your thoughts and we'll explore together.

Have fun! 

Flying High

Today I finished altering this photo of mom.

That afternoon mom and her friends were goofing off,

hanging around in front of Crowell High School.

One of the young men picked her up and 

set her in this niche to the side of the front doors.

I've always loved this picture and

decided to play with it. 

Austin is just below mom's feet and

she holds the Yellow Rose of Texas.

Austin is where mom and dad got married,

and we celebrated that symbolic yellow rose on

their 50th anniversary family reunion cruise.

Perched high on a telephone pole (mom, do you 

remember your first telephone? would you write in the
comments any stories you remember?) mom is 

surrounded by hummingbirds that she

loves to paint with her water colors.

As I finish this post one of my favorite shows,

Who Do You Think You Are?

has just finished tracing the ancestry of

someone who explored census records, country

cemeteries, and marriage certificates.

We are fortunate to have some of our
family history recorded in an autobiography
mom wrote during her high school years.

Click below to read how three families in heavily ladened
prairie schooners left the hills of Tennessee for Texas in 1851:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/36534720/Autobio-DCB

...somewhere in the rear came Squire Campbell's
iron grey hunter and his fox hounds, for he
hoped in the new country to continue the chase of the fox ...

I love hearing family stories, looking at photos,
and then letting my imagination wander freely
as I think about who I am ... and who I might be.

Whimsical Palm Tree

Where does your imagination take you today?

If you'd like, come play beneath

my whimsical palm.

Then sit very still.
You might be able to feel

 the warmth of the ocean breeze!

Or ... where else would your soul like to play?