Category: Open Arts

I opened the morning with May POETRY and it did not disappoint – in particular the poem “A Partial History” by Ariana Reines held me and there are numerous others – it is a good one! I keep these books with me all the time. The commentary also taught me about the book Gunslinger which

I’m listening to Miguel de Cervantes’s book, translated by Tobias Smollett, which is recorded on 29 CD’s.  Whew.  I’m in trouble if any other cardholder in the Dallas Public Library system requests it, because that will mean no more renewals for me.  I’m on #8, and so far it is a romp!  This is a

This morning I was up quite early and full of delicious quiet I sipped this Russian play from 1904 in between coffee and morning hot tub soaks, also feeding dogs and tidying up. The story is a great example of the human condition- a family has owned a cherry orchard for generations and yet the

In some ways nothing has changed of course but these days sure feel heavy. How do you find peace in your worlds? Art helps me everyday.

Borkali, thanks for the launch of a new place to share, inspire, survive. I love the e-salon that you provide us. Looking forward to another season.

It was great fun to watch The Sound of Music at Pioneer High School in Woodland yesterday afternoon. I was impressed by the theater! They have a proper box office and an orchestra pit – the whole space is quite professional. The diversity in the cast of the Von Trapp children was uplifting & the

I thought I’d post a few images from art exhibits in Dallas-area museums this fall. – Jacob Hashimoto at the Crow Museum of Asian Art – Salvador Dali (Poetics of the Small) at the Meadows Museum of Art – Jean (Hans) Arp at the Nasher Sculpture Garden – My own construction paper collage in response

The year 2018 has been one that I think many of us identify as “one to remember”. This might be for good reasons or bad reasons or a mixture of both– I think I’ve had a tsunami of both this year.  The events of the year parallel much of the art I am also seeing

I don’t get to listen to much of my music anymore. My days are accompanied by the sounds of a five-year old’s obsession. Occasionally he interrupts my silent thoughts to show me something he finds amusing. Rarely, he shares with me a song, sung sheepishly along with the video it is on. When we drive,