It wasn’t a resolution of mine, but it just so happens that with the new year I’ve been starting each morning with a bit of drawing and a lot of clarinet practice. As far as the drawing goes, Daughter gave me these cool watercolor markers that are incredibly fun. One end has a brush tip… Read More The reason for my extended absence is simple: I’ve been doodling.
At the convent where I work, there’s a gift shop in the front entrance. I pass by it every morning on my way up to my office. Usually they have one of the Sister’s watercolors on display in the entry. One day it was this one… I rather liked it, so now it’s on… Read More Sister Lillian’s Five Year Plan
I’m working on something that’s not quite up to my typical blogging standards (Read: lazy and haven’t finished it yet), so here’s a quickie. Consider it a footnote to last week’s weather post. There’s a row of maple trees that line the street between the convent where I work and the hospital where I don’t… Read More Weather Post, Part 2
According to my blog’s stat page, I haven’t written squat since Christmas Eve. Is that right? *receives note* Okay, my editor says I shouldn’t openly admit how long it’s been since I last wrote, and… *receives another note* Okay, I’m also not supposed to mention how my editor sends me notes. *receives third note* Oh… Read More Ceiling Theology
I planned on giving you a tour of the museums we visited while in New York, but then I got distracted by this news story in the Daily Mail: “A student who left a pineapple in the middle of an art exhibition as a prank was left shocked after curators put the fruit inside a glass case.”… Read More That’s Art?! And Why That’s a Stupid Thing to Say
Daughter and I went to the art museum last week. You know. To appreciate the finer things in life. As did many other Fine People in Phoenix, including at least one couple who did it while stoned. I’ll tell you about my stoner friends later. First, let’s talk about the museum…
A Facebook friend shared this with me: Dang funny, I gotta admit. Of course, as it was Western Europe who dominated the faith and its art for so long, it stands to reason they depicted Jesus to pretty much look like themselves. And in my opinion, that’s okay. No, really! I think it’s fine. There’s… Read More The Blue-eyed, Blond-haired Son of God