Eclectic Art Moments

 sold Nature is happy. It is beautifully dressed in flamboyant colors just to share its fervor. Year after year, it never fails to amaze me wherever I go in this part of the world. 

Is that normal she asked, mother and daughter getting along so well and spending so much time together, laughing till they cry and crying till they laugh? She does have a way of making it so much harder! Yes it's me and it's my daughter and I can't describe exactly the feeling that is tormenting me. It's more of a state of mind oscillating between pride and happiness on one side and  profound sadness on the other. The countdown started and she will be moving to college. In my mind, I was pushing that moment away for over a year, just when the common app started. How did she grow up so fast exactly? Today I just want to look back at a month vacation I spent with her this summer at the beach. The most precious time ever. I was able to know her more as a young lady, focused on her future plans, happy, full of life, talkative, witty, artisitc, multi-talented, talkative (did I say it already?) In fact, she can talk to me in different languages or different acc...

 In my recent visit to my mom, I was walking down the long hallway  when my eye spotted  a framed charcoal drawing of a lady in a long black dress. I looked closer and found my mom's initials. I asked my brother about it. He found it not too long ago, along with a few other paintings and drawings of hers. My mamma used to draw and paint and she used to enjoy it a lot. My mamma used to enjoy many activities but life changed her. It saddens me deeply to see that she lost interest in many many things in life, while she still is in her seventies. A few days later, I brought a drawing pad and charcoal pencils and sat  on one side of the living room where she was. I pulled a table and started drawing a random mosaic design . What are you doing she asked? I am drawing. Would you like to join me? Me???? nooooo. Why not? I handed her a paper and a charcoal pencil that used to be her favorite. She drew an incomplete face in a rush and gave it back to me ...

  In an hour, I gave my old ugly stools a facelift. Now they are ready for the summer and so am I.

A slow Sunday afternoon. The background color is in memory of a wall I painted last week and looked beyond  striking bright. On canvas, the same color is a whole different story. The wall is saved by an eggplant color and  double the work but everyone is happy and I a m happy with my little spontaneous snail. The snail added a last touch to my assembly line that turned a white wall into an eclectic mini art gallery.

It is a mixture of brass, pottery and wooden stand from eclectic parts of the world with a twist (that's my twist) on the traditional dark brown color of the legs. When you have elements from Turkey, Mexico, Lebanon, Thailand and the US, all in one display, that's definitely cultural anthropology.