Artsy Fartsy Stuff

More artsy than fartsy. Promise!

A Scots-Irish Lass With A Hispanic Soul

It’s true that the only word I can remember from my High School Spanish class is “albondigas.” That means “meatballs” … I think. At least I hope it’s not a dirty word. I just can’t understand why I didn’t learn an important word that was useful. Like “bacon.” Why didn’t I learn that? And, what…

Something’s Afoot

I saw this sculpture of a foot at a garage sale, and it just called my name. Did I hear one of y’all ask, “Why?” Don’t you realize who is talking to you? I’m the woman who collects everything: hand sculptures and carvings, hats, carpentry tools, Art Deco anything, African masks, rocks, shells, books, records,…

Hole-y Mole-y! It’s Kinetic Art!

A stroll across my yard can be hazardous to the health! It isn’t the poison ivy, the fire ants, or the occasional snake that is the problem (you can usually see those before they get you). No, the problem is in what you can’t see — a labyrinth of tunnels beneath the grass that rivals…