Many moons ago, I spent a few glorious weeks in Spain and I tasted everything I could imagine. I mean everything. I could write a book on the dishes and drinks I enjoyed, each day brought one revelation after another. When I think of that …
“There’s beauty in the day. There’s beauty in the night.” ~ Claudette Dudley Living a life of wonder seems to be a good bet: an interesting corner, path, neighborhood, town, or city— wonder leads to wandering that often leads to something quite magical. Here’s to …
I’m in love! I’m in love with autumn! I’ve experienced autumns before, but they’ve never touched my spirit and soul quite they way this one has. I gaze at the trees, and delight in their grandiose colors. I love the yellow leaves, but then, I realize that I love the orange and red ones just as much. I think of how nature has created living art for all to see and enjoy.
I reflect on the animals that wander in the open air; the birds, deer, squirrels and more as they prepare for the cold days and nights of winter. I think about how the trees are making their last hurray for the season in a burst of color as they will soon go to sleep for the winter to be awaken new and refreshed in the spring.
I reflect on how I will change or be changed as the season transitions . My walks will be colder with me bundling up more. I’ll hibernate to some extent, making fewer outdoor outings and not be as connected with the earth and nature. I’ll sit around the fireplace and think about how much I’ve missed those moments staring at the fire and smell the burning wood. At some point, I’ll anticipate my other favorite season, spring coming into my life, or me going into its sphere, and I’ll dream about me filling my gardens with plants and beauty to enjoy another season.
Ain’t life grand? In the image above, a boy and his bubble are captured by photographer, Marvin E. Newman, in 1950s Chicago. Immediately coming to mind at first glance was the moment of both intention and anticipation: chewing the gum so one can blow a …
Onion Dip for Breakfast is taking a class at the University of Chicago. By that, I mean that the women of this site are jointly enrolled in this class, Explorations of Mars, together. Each week, we learn, listen, and share our ideas on the limitless …
“Glass is the most magical of all material. It transmits light in a special way.” – Dale Chihuly
A few weeks ago while in Seattle, I had the opportunity to visit the Chihuly Garden and Glass. Dale Chihuly is one of the most renowned glassmakers of our time. His art has been installed and exhibited all over the world. His style is easily recognizable due to its beauty, bold colors, and design. He’s famous for his bright glass discs and plates that are attached to walls and ceilings. He is equally known for his large tree-like pieces which have glass panes sprouting out like leaves or branches. His work is often shown in gardens in public and commercial spaces.
Seattle’s Chihuly Garden and Glass collection is so fitting to display his work. As you walk through the dimly-lit galleries, the art alone is the focus. The vases, quilts, the Persian Ceiling, glass panes look majestic and often times sacred. That was the case particularly in the two photos above and the ones below. The glass bowls, reminiscent of baskets, were described as early works of Chihuly and show the immense influence of Indigenous people. It should be noted that Chihuly was born in Washington, a state inhabited by a significant number of Native American people.
I loved seeing the walls of both handmade quilts and Native American portraits. I could have lingered in that gallery alone for hours, feeling the connection of America’s Indigenous People, the art, and the spirit.
The collection was one of the highlights of our stay in Seattle. It was a joy to meander through the galleries immersed in thoughts of how beautiful the pieces were. I thought of the creative ingenuity of Chihuly, his life, his influences as well as his human frailties. He has shared publicly his struggle with mental health. Chihuly has discussed how he lost sight in his eye in a car accident, resulting in him wearing an eye patch. The following year in a boating accident, Chihuly injured his shoulder, limiting his ability to do the heavy work involved in glassmaking. Despite these challenges, he continues to excel creatively. I think of the man, the artist and the legend, and I am inspired. I think of the wonder and possibilities of creating beauty.
As long as I can remember, I’ve been told that I am my mom’s copy. It was always understood that they meant I looked like her (which was the highest compliment) but what I always wished was that my heart was like hers. There is …
Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a fascination with glass, china and beautiful silverware. I think it stems from when I was a young child admiring my maternal grandmother’s beautifully-set dining room table. Oddly, I don’t ever remember sitting down at these artfully-arranged tables. …
This month the Black Garden co-sponsored a monthlong film festival by the nonprofit, HotHouse, featuring Afro-Cuban women. Each documentary highlighted a different woman’s story and I was reminded once again that not all stories are told and certain ones are perennially left out of history.
I had my notebook to jot down points to introduce as prompts later in the school year. Without realizing it, I started scribbling and sketching ideas while watching these films, called to it like a love language flowing from lips you’re eager to hear. Does creativity fuel others’ creativity? Emphatically yes.
This month was packed with images. During October, a month I especially associate with harvests, I revisited Julie Dash’s beautiful film, ”Daughters of the Dust”, filled with the stories of the Gullah/Geechee women on Saint Helena Island.
These yellow leaves on the screen and in this downtown garden frame these beautiful stories. Whether in South Carolina (Georgia!) or Chicago, listening to the shimmering leaves rewards the listener. So many stories, so much life.
As a kid, traveling meant using every single mode of transportation and exploring both the new and familiar. We were just as likely to visit the other side of the city where we were living as we were to be in San Francisco, Venezuela, Boston, …