Category: Autobiographical

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New Year, New Goals

My watercolor painting of sparrows in winter.

In a few days it will be 2026. As the new year approaches, I tend to look back at the past year.

This year’s travels included a cruise on the Great Lakes, a family wedding in Maine, and a visit with family in Oklahoma. All good times, except for the accident I experienced when touring the Grand Hotel in Michigan as part of the cruise on the Great Lakes. I’d been coming down the stairs when I missed a step and landed on my knee. Fortunately, I didn’t break it, but I severely bruised it and had to get medical treatment as well as physical therapy to help heal.

The Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island, Michigan where I fell and injured my right leg.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m grateful for so much. Time with family, time with friends, belonging to great writing groups including two critique groups which inspired and encouraged me. I’ve gone on to write a new novel and several memoir pieces.

Writing along with creating art have been my strongest interests. I’ve enjoyed the watercolor classes taken in Montclair, the writing workshops, and the time I’ve had to practice my crafts.

My watercolor painting of jams and fruit exhibited at the Montclair Art Museum.

A few of my watercolor paintings were exhibited at the Montclair Art Museum. Some of my travel articles got published in a community magazine. In addition, I finished work on my third young adult novel which I intend to revise, edit, and submit in the new year.

 

One of several watercolor paintings I did of floral arrangements.

 

 

 

For some, a new year means making resolutions. I prefer to set goals. These include adding more steps when walking, writing more often, continuing to work on watercolor painting and art in general, and traveling with my family. I’ll also participate in a couple of book events to promote my published books and attend a writer’s conference.

To help with goal setting, I use a calendar, a planner, some on-line programs, and checking in with friends who are also working on their own goals or resolutions for the new year.

I also plan to be easier on myself. To quote a line from “Pick Yourself Up” when things go wrong, all I need to do is “pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again.”

Wishing you a very

Happy and Healthy New Year!

 

 

 

 

Art as Therapy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My interest in art began as a child living in Greenwich Village, New York, a great place for aspiring artists. I enjoyed coloring books, paper dolls, and drawing pads. I doodled in notebooks especially when bored or stressed and took a minor in art in high school. Even after college where I majored in English and education, I dabbled in art. That included photography.

 

I spotted this leopard on a ledge during a safari in Kenya in 2024, and managed to capture his photo while in the safety of a Toyota Land Cruiser.

When I bought a Pentax camera, I had to learn the mechanics of photography, and I took a weekend class on how to develop photos. One of my photos won a local prize and was exhibited on Staten Island. Nowadays, it’s even easier to point and shoot with my iPhone, but there’s still a bit of skill in knowing how to compose the picture, use lighting, and find a good subject.

In middle age, I took adult ed. courses at a local high school which helped hone my drawing skills, introduced me to watercolor and pastel artwork. I’ve continued to study and work on improving my art skills through senior art workshops and art classes at the Montclair Art Museum.

I’m still an amateur but am getting more proficient.

To me art provides a moment away from worldly matters. I’m finding beauty in some of the simplest objects, noticing the shapes as well as the colors, and having fun.  Art is my therapy!

 

Artist Within and Writing

“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?” Albert Einstein
A simple pencil sketch based on a photo in a magazine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My first love had to be art. As a child I enjoyed doodling, coloring books, and even dreamed of being an artist when I grew up. However, I didn’t follow through on that grandiose idea, but I remained creative in other ways.

I worked in advertising and public relations after graduating from college. As a copywriter, I worked closely with artists creating ads for the JC Penney retail catalog back in the mid-80’s. After the company left New York City, I did freelance writing and started to write my first romance novel. I went to grad. school to become a teacher. I taught language arts for a little over 25 years. I also wrote and published five novels. However, with all that work as a writer and an educator, I never forgot my love of art.

In the past several years, I have taken art classes at an adult school, an art museum, and at senior centers near me. They helped to renew my passion for the visual arts, and I find doing art enriches me as a writer too.

 

In taking art classes, as well as going to art exhibits and shows, I have learned to look at things differently. I used to feel that art has to imitate life, but that’s not necessarily so. In some way, it’s akin to writing a story where I create from experiences but don’t duplicate them in words. I also have fun playing with colors, shapes, and different media. I’ve worked with pencil sketches, charcoal drawings, pastels, and mainly watercolor painting.

I believe that there is a strong connection in  the arts, whether visual, language, dramatic, or musical. I find inspiration from listening to music, attending a play or musical, reading books, and viewing art. I think they all inspire in some way. They say for instance that a picture is worth a thousand words. Sometimes words can’t capture a picture. I have been discovering the artist within as a writer and enjoying exploring my own artistic expression.