I hear your voices

Standing in front of each painting I meet someone new. I feel their fear and see their dreams. Although living through very challenging times and with the restrictions of an internally displaced person (IDP), one paints with eloquent honesty. There are times they do not have paint, brushes or canvas. But they do have mud, fingers and fragments of cloth - so they continue

Tranquility: billowing fabrics

The best news? Inspiration is everywhere. The worst news?
We do not always take the time to notice.

To be inspired is a splendid sensation. Are there times I fizzle out?
Absolutely!

What actions do I take to regain my

"There's So, So Much To Read."

How true, how true, Dr. Seuss! The flood of material to read and view is astounding - and growing at an alarming rate. I take advantage of random moments throughout the day to catch up, but so much remains waiting for my eyes and time. Here are a few compelling stories, videos, and photo essays I found worthwhile. Hope you do, too. 

Silent, hungry and invisible  

My first glimpse of the young, slender and sadly withdrawn girl is before sunrise at Angkor Wat in Siem Reap, Cambodia. She meanders about far away from the chaotic and excited crowd cuddling a small, black and emaciated kitten.

She appears to be oblivious to the many tourists gathering around the

An elder weaver's style

I love the handwoven fabrics from Isaan, Thailand: beautiful, distinctive and excellent quality. Recently two women from the region visited me carrying with them hundreds of scarves and shawls.

A stark white bedsheet is the perfect backdrop to lay their treasures. I pick up and fastidiously examine each one