Wednesday, October 22, 2014 

A Drop of Water and Another and Another


I started painting pictures of the Mississippi River when I was living in Canada.  Always a northerner,  I felt at home in Canada as long as I stayed within breathing distance of the mists off the Great Lakes, and I became familiar with the names and histories of the great rivers of Canada.  I learned that the volume of water in the Ottawa River is equivalent to the volume of water in all of western Europe. And I missed the ...

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  • Four Leg Peg


    I first saw this easel design when I was living and working in Toronto, Canada. Two different schools had several in storage and brought them out to display signs or art work in progress at festivals or at special classroom events. Neither school used them for individual easels in full classes – I’m thinking they are a bit bulky for storing twenty or thirty at the end of the day, but one of my colleagues at the Alan Howard Waldorf ...

    EN PLEIN AIR


    The Viroqua, Wisconsin plein air painters keep Bakke Farm on their list of regional locations that offer beautiful rural views, and three painters came to the farm one Friday in August to catch a summer image. Kathy Fairchild arrived first. Kathy comes to the farm quite often; she and her husband have a garden over beside the barn, and I had a feeling she had a few ideas on what she wanted to paint. She walked around, sketch pad in hand, ...

    PIECE BY PIECE


    There was still clothesline tied to the old laundry poles in the sideyard of the Bakke Farm house, so I hung up my new quilt for a view, an art piece in an artistic setting. Quarter square triangle blocks, a standard in quilt piecing design, make up this subdued and yet vibrant piece, and I am looking forward to hanging it on the Cozy Chair, when winter rolls in. This quilt is beautiful, therefore a treasure, and it was a gift, ...

    Treasures in the Marketplace


    I first saw the bracelet at a music festival some years ago in Toronto.  The copper color caught my eye, and I was attracted by the beautiful design of the letters cut from metal. “What do these words say?” I asked the Tibetan vendor. “It’s a mantra,” he answered, “inviting enlightenment for everyone on earth.” That sounded good to me. I bought the metal wrist band and slipped it on. It felt good. It fit. I’ve worn that mantra on my wrist ever ...