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Art in the Time of COVID-19
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March 13, 2020, was drawing near and I was excited! Thirteen is my lucky number and I was psyched for a successful and well-attended opening reception of a solo exhibition at Origami Air Art Studio in Sarasota. I was working my butt off preparing for the event. Then, on March eleventh, the World Health Organization declared a pandemic. I pictured the relatively small gallery space filled with guests eating, drinking and chatting as they viewed my
A Flurry of Fall Events
Category: Blog, Newsletters, Workshops
Fall has finally arrived in South Central Florida! With fall comes cool mornings and evenings bringing us relief from summer’s heat and humidity. I’m sitting on my back deck typing this under a cloudless blue sky with a gentle breeze blowing. Heavenly! Ms. Tigger napping during breakfast on my back deck surrounded by plants and flowers. Also, with fall comes a flurry of activity in the Tampa Bay Area. For me, this entails preparing for
Jose Rodeiro and me posing with “Meditation on Oceans and Rivers,” mixed media on canvas, 48 x 24 inches. Some of my current and recent Morean Arts Center students and I had an exhibition at the Gilbert Chapel Gallery in downtown St. Petersburg, from July 13 to 28. The St. Pete First Art Collective, spearheaded by my former painting student Gina White, were the curators. They did a great job combining works in many styles and
I spent four days in San Miguel de Allende in December of last year—just enough time to fall in love with it! Then, when I had an opportunity to spend a month in Mexico in March of this year I decided to stay at an artists’ retreat ten miles outside of San Miguel de Allende. That way, I could explore parts of the city I’d not seen as well as get work done on my
Street vendor outside Benito Juarez Park, San Miguel de Allende. Teatro Juarez, Guanajuato December 15 I am on a flight from Tampa to Guadalajara, Mexico. This is something of a miracle since I learned, when I came to check in, that in my rush to leave St Pete I’d brought an expired passport. The Lyft driver who showed up to drive me home to get the correct passport spoke no English, so communicating the