Posted by Susan Bradford on January 12, 2012 under Susan Bradford |
Amazing! I wrote that title just now thinking about how fast time seems to be going. And only then remembered that I had used the same title for a painting I did last summer. So Quickly Now is a flower form and to me felt full of movement and growth, but was also symbolic of how short-lived everything is.
January of 2012 is proving me right about that. It is almost half over already and I am feeling my own internal pressure to have accomplished more. My quiet (productive) winter time is vanishing before my eyes. By now I should have painted much more, created a new mandala (or two), made many beaded bracelets, worked on some unfinished baskets, finished knitting a scarf I started last year, read five books, lost ten pounds, organized my office (for real), and cleaned my house. I am “so quickly now” going to try to set aside my unrealistic goals, have some fun, make some art of some kind or another, and figure out that it’s all OK. Really!
Posted by Marci Molina on December 31, 2011 under Marci Molina |

pendant by Marci Molina Designs
“Learn from yesterday,
live for today,
hope for tomorrow.”
- Albert Einstein
Posted by Marci Molina on December 24, 2011 under Marci Molina |

Posted by Marci Molina on November 19, 2011 under Marci Molina |

wine glass charms by marci molina
Cheers!
Sláinte! (Irish)
Nastrovya! (Russian/Polish)
À Votre Santé! (French)
Salute! (Italian)
Skål! (Swedish)
Salud! (Spanish)
Prost! (German)
Saúde! (Portuguese)
Okole Maluna! (Hawaiian)
Kippis! (Finnish)
Proost! (Dutch)
Oogy Wawa! (African Zulu)
Kampai! (Japanese)
Chock-tee! (Thai)
Konbei! (Korean)
Gan Bei! (Chinese)
Stin Eyiassou! (Greek)
And the list goes on …
Posted by Stan Stewart (Sawyer) on November 16, 2011 under Stan Stewart |
I will not tap my feet.
Though the rhythms and melodies you play
Conger up kicking off shoes and
Dancing barefoot in the grass,
I will not tap my feet.
Though my heart beats faster at the
Melodic buildup — as horn and keys
Latch together in the repetition of a theme,
Calling my heart and toes to a
Dance of thrill and amazement –
But no, I will not tap my feet.
I will not tap my feet, nor
Nod my head; though everything
In me is crying out for some kind of movement
To occur!
No, I will not tap my feet.
I will not tap my feet
When the guitar and sax drop out
To let bass and drums chase percussively
After each other in a playful, astoundingly
Structureless cadenza, filled with
Impulsive demands.
Even then, I will not tap my feet.
I will not tap my feet.
Though the pianist has spontaneously
Created a bit of magical funk
That was never previously inserted
In this “standard” of jazz stalwarts.
No, I will not tap my feet.
What’s this!
Did my head just nod a bit?
Unbidden, I can barely restrain myself
From rising straight to the dance floor,
For now, the whole ensemble is returning
To the original theme by some inaudible
Twist of jive and thrive.
Oh yes, I cannot just tap my feet:
I must move my head and spine and arms entwine,
Must move my torso, and more so
My feet.
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