Every year, I make a point to read a book a month. Let’s call this a hobby and a personal fulfillment activity. The books I read are chosen at random. Sometimes a title will surface in conversation or I drop by the UCLA thrift shop in West LA to spend time looking through hundreds of choices. As the months pass and the stack of books on my shelf grows, I feel a sense of accomplishment. At the beginning of the new year I give away all the books I read to friends, making room for the new ones.
One of my favorite things to do is visit my Aunt and Uncle in Oregon. When I was 10 years old, I got on a plane by myself to see them. I remember picking blackberries, digging in their vegetable garden, walking along the river, inhaling fresh air, looking out the window at miles of the open space all around us and the gentle people I continue to meet. Here are some photos of my most recent trip: end of May 2017
Teatime on the terrace
My uncle’s pot
House cat: Shino, named after a glaze my uncle invented
Heavenly shrimp pizza on imported sourdough crust from Crete, Greece
Yes, I know the purple is too purple-Really feeling the Purple Rain today. I miss our out of the media wizard-Prince. Did you know he changed his name to a symbol to avoid power grabbing from the Music Industry? I recently watched a fascinating film titled: Thirty Seconds to Mars-w/ Jared Leto-about how toxic the music industry is. I thought the Art World was corrupt-anyway, I made these flowers for a client’s birthday party at g. Baldi in Beverly Hills with a painting in process in the background-
I was happy to have stayed in this amazing village for four days-Cadaques,Spain
Taking myself out to dinner in this lovely town on the Costa Brava, Spain
Breathtaking views and brilliant countryside flavors
He told me he loves picking flowers too-Vincent Van Gogh Asylum, St. Remy, France
I love this painting by Van Gogh! As part of my New Year’s challenge, I set out to read a book each month. So far I have completed 7 and one is in progress. A little short on my goal, who’s counting-
Ah the light! There is something very special about the light in Provence. I took this photo on the Asylum grounds, which in itself is timeless.