Never Enough Coffee Mugs.


“The Strip–in abstract” by roberta m.

I have spent the better part of the last two weeks in Las Vegas at a company trade show. Close to two weeks in Las Vegas is way too much for me. I like to people watch as much as the next guy but watching people, even in Sin City, gets old after the first week.

I have to admit I was curious as we drove by Mandalay Bay–wondering if the 32nd floor would show any scars. Obviously, all has been replaced. Across the street where the concert took place, there is a silence that surrounds the area, even though you are on one of the busiest streets in the country. The fencing around the venue is there, the bleachers, too–all waiting for the next event. But there are no events–just memories from the not too distant past and a stage with no performers. Continue reading

No Ordinary Thing.

Watching by roberta m.


The neighborhood owls are out in full force at this time of the year. Their pre-dawn conversations are a wonder to listen to and an inspiration from nature’s bounty of beautiful things. There is an ancient aura of mystery surrounding owls. Depending on the culture, it has been worshipped as an idol and hated as the reincarnation of the devil. Far from ordinary–these inspirations of mystery, magic and guidance. Continue reading

To Quote Goldilocks.

I usually paint bigger canvases; but these little sketches seem just the right size at this time. I can control the smaller palettes easily–their size is more forgiving. This small sense of being in control is somewhat comforting since the current violence and devastation throughout the world makes me feel that so very much is out of our control.

Nothing can eliminate the terrible sadness we feel as we see our fellow human beings suffer, but a little relief is appreciated and I am grateful for a community of bloggers who continue to post their stores, their photographs, their poetry, their artwork–all those creative joys that can provide a bit of much needed inspiration on those days when the news stories are just too exhausting. Continue reading