Artaware's Blog

For many years i posted here – and i am paid up to October, 2026 . Now, suddenly they changed stiff – so i can’t post …. can anyone help ?

A student showed his sketch of a famous painting he liked.

In 2024 Art Aware celebrates the creativity of Camden elementary school students by displaying together – murals of their spontaneous artwork.

https://photos.app.goo.gl/szbMxtxixEHgmvhD7

Do we look alike?

https://photos.app.goo.gl/szbMxtxixEHgmvhD7

It is a habit to post everyday on Facebook and to read inspiring short notes from FB friends (and to disregard a lot of the junk there).

Please go to my FB page while I catch up on this WordPress page.

Juneteenth. African Americans have always been a part of my life. My skin is white but so what! I’m also part Japanese and Hawaiian. On my refrigerator is an Emily Dickenson quote: “We turn not older with years but newer everyday.” I believe that – and now being of old age, that’s why I’m spreading myself so thin – but I won’t say too thin (to spare myself from typical self-degradation 😀 ). I’ve lived a lot of places and have assimilated a lot from each place. I don’t have biological children, but don’t feel childless. I’ve taught lots and lots of students and have cats and dogs! I lost my 15 year old pitbull recently. What a loss my household is feeling. She spread herself so thin, being devoted to me and my quirks. She also loved her 7 year old Great Dane mix-brother. The three of us fought for the living room chair. He stole it from me this morning. I’m writing this perched on a stool in the kitchen ❤️ .++

I am my grandfather’s granddaughter, although I didn’t know him. He believed in checks and balances, as do I.

My mother didn’t really know him, except that she wanted to entertain him her whole life when she was with him – because she so infrequently saw him.,,

…and following in the family footsteps of living life to “the mostest,’ in “a big way,”-  knowing family, friends and strangers, paradoxically, almost from the same kind of a distance…

…far away, but close.

We’re all human beings, made up of our own individualities, formed from birth to death.

It’s not good to make assumptions about anyone. Especially ourselves.

We are all changing from moment to moment. We want to capture in words or images or music or actions, what applies to the moment, to what is real. When in true reality, we can’t begin to, without letting go – while at the same time, bringing back from the past, new conceptualizations of what has happened.

It’s such a short life, but with such mind-boggling possibilities. Our Universe dictates what narrow human thought cannot touch. And yet miracles happen and the enlightenment of living  – with all and for all – somehow, can open a new horizon.

The concept of nothingness becomes everything-ness. Without judgment, life happens.

A three-year old and an eighty-year old, side-by-side, both learning from each other without judgment, with just wonder and appreciation for the reality of the moment, each in his and her own way.

Departure

I have an old body and am feeling it, but have not departed from the kids’ artwork.

Ten years of it, in files, if I can find the files.

Ten years of Internet help in safe-guarding first names of kids, art teachers and schools in Camden, New Jersey, so that I can repost it all on Facebook. It never gets old!!!

I cannot depart from creativity – my own and others – from three to one hundred years old.

It’s depressing, at age 100
with nobody to talk to.
I remember my mother saying
“There’s nobody left.”
I wanted to say
“Well how about me?”
Now at her same age,
I understand.
I read something
in one of my messy files
(written 10 years ago)
when i was only 90 –
and it sounded so “youthful.”
Age is a state of mind –
judgment is too!
I feel, at my ripe old age that
I should be smart enough
to be President of the U.S.
especially with D.Trump there today!
But no – all I know now is
how to fill the bird feeder and how
to feed my 10 cats and 2 dogs and
that’s enough.
I’m happy and they are too –
and that’s enough!