Adventurous Foodie—Inventing your own recipes

I brought home five pounds of carrots yesterday. Organic carrots. I assume that since plants get much of their life out of the soil, roots absorb more of whatever the earth possesses. More than leaves, for instance. So—organic. To reduce the bad stuff (I hope). But I could be wrong. So, what do I do…

Remembrance of Things Polish: The Power of Art

October 2012. I stood in the Bibliothèque Polonaise on the Ile Saint Louis in Paris, looking at the works of Andrzej Kreütz-Majewski. Captivated. Unsettled. His images haunted me and I had to find out more about him. An operatic and theatrical scenery designer, and professor of the Academy of Fine Arts in Krakow, Kreütz-Majewski was…

A Summer Across the Bay From San Francisco

“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.” Recall that famous line? No, Mark Twain never said it quite that way. It turns out that’s a misattribution. If, indeed, Mark Twain (Can you ever just say “Twain”? I can’t) uttered something like it, it might have been in reference to Paris.…

Macau’s Portuguese Legacy

Custard tarts and patterned stone pavements. These are the attractions that stood out for me in Macau when I visited it with my husband before China reclaimed it. Both are Portugal’s legacy to China. You may know that Hongkong once belonged to the British. But it’s neither the first nor the only Chinese region occupied…

What Is Art, Really? Part 1

This is a reblog from my old “lost” site. But, I believe it deals with a question we revisit all the time. What is art? Is it what YOU call art? What an art critic calls art? An art historian, perhaps? Or, is it what WE all collectively call art? Is it art because an…

The Arabesque in a Calla Lily

Monet has his haystacks, George Morandi his bottles, Cezanne his Mont Sainte Victoire. There are probably many other artists obsessed with a specific thing to make art with. I’m very far from counting myself among those masters, but I do see how easy it is to get mired in one subject matter. For me, recently,…

Morocco—Seductive, Exotic, Multifaceted 

“Don’t get too close to the entry to the Hassan II mosque — especially you, ladies,” our guide warns us in Casablanca, Morocco. Dutifully, we watch the mosque from afar. But the warning only piques my curiosity more. Why? Because a place with so many arches beckons exploration. Because I’ve never seen the inside of…