The only thing worth writing about is the human heart in conflict with itself. If calm were a color, it would rest on the leaves of autumn, like a gold spectacle. Then she would come, bearing her blessings, wearing a crown like frost settling. Like grass bending, bowing under her heel, naked as all life becomes real. The wind may be beautiful my dear.

Giving sleep-deprived, bitchy, moms everywhere a chuckle, or at least a good burp. My mom was an adventurer. 8211;coming to Canada when she was just 17 to escape the poverty of post-civil war Greece to carve out a better life.

Fact, Fiction, Food and Opinion. Hemp The problem of pleasure. Moorish Spain, 711-1492 Culture and Cuisine. The caress of cosseted opulence. Warm shudders along the spine. Where did your husband have lunch today? Was he served by young ladies in lingerie? Did he pay one of them to remove her brassiere, sit on his lap, and feed him flummery? Surrealistically, all the tables are occupied by fully clothed men being served by young women in brassieres, G strings, garter .

On September 30, 2017. Started working on this piece a few days ago. Started out as a photo I shot last year in Boston. Trying out some new actions, brushes and textures, this is what I came up with. Still have some more work to do on it, but I like it so far. On November 29, 2015. Please visit my online print shop. On November 22, 2015. On November 22, 2015. On November 17, 2015. On November 15, 2015.

Rafferty, my little rascal. The global furore created by the data mining of 50 million Facebook users by controversial UK political consultants Cambridge Analytica.