Categories: America, Art, Betty Boop, Book Excerpts, Boston, Brooklyn, Chögyam Trungpa, Collage, Color, Compassion, Consumerism, Divination, Earth, Friendship, Gratitude, Healing, Health, Humor, Journal, Life, Light, Love, Meditation, Minneapolis, Minnesota, Mixed Media, Mural, Mythology, Nature, New Jersey, New York, New York City, Philadelphia, Photo Essay, Photography, Poetry, Pop Art, Pop Culture, Psychology, Rainbows, Random, Recovery, Spirituality, Surrealism, Thoughts for the Day, True Confessions, Writing
This “Mother Mary” greeting card has been sitting on my bedroom dresser for a few months. Recently, I added some Christmas decorations to the dresser and I noticed how the sparkly colorful lights reflected off the greeting card’s glossy face. It’s rather pretty, so of course I had to snap a picture. Here is the result . . . not too shabby. But then, Mother Mary is rarely shabby.
Board game in the nude, anyone? Alright, we have some takers . . . . The billboard below was spotted on Cherry Street in Philadelphia’s Center City, directly behind the Philadelphia Academy of Fine Art (PAFA) campus. It was created by Philadelphia cutout artist Joe Boruchow, whose works are scattered about in Philadelphia: on brick walls, in tattoo parlors, and in grocery store parking lots, to name a few places. His artwork is at times humorous, often provocative, and always […]
“Don’t forget, mister, I’m not just a bimbo with a helium voice. I’m no rococo parvenu pillhead. I’ve read your Rilke, your Montesquieu. Really, I’m not as dumb as I look. Or maybe I am.” -Barbara Hamby, from “Betty Boop’s Bebop” Farewell to the Roaring Twenties, (2009)