Happy Father’s Day Daddy O Pete P. Peters, my Dad died days before his 95th birthday in 2012. He was my hero, championing my success, embracing me just as I was and bless his heart always trying to ensure I was hearing with the best of hearing aids. He was still my Dad, when dementia began its destructive demise on
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Art as Healer I’ve found myself overwhelmed with the triad of trials these days. The Pandemic, Economy and Social Division.. The uncertainty from this chaos has disrupted my sense of peace. I’m finding comfort in working small as though I want to pick up the shattered pieces within and put them back together. In “The Fruit of their Labors” the women crocheted
Kitsch and Kismet There’s always a silver lining to fate. Mine began with a severe hearing loss at birth. Sound was like chaos and mouths flapping often left me clueless and anxious. Relief came when staring out the window safe in the backseat of the car. Neon signs, people walking the streets, cats perched on walls all filled my visual Rolodex
Into the Wild Blue Yonder Post Covid-19 Letting go. Comes down to that. Call it ultimate freedom. Like the moment of reckoning at the edge of the pool. Just jump that voice says, then the ever awake critic says: “Oh it’s cold". You’re scared. I can sense it. That shock to the skin and the quickening of your heart followed by the
Creativity and Coronavirus Some of you are familiar with the sources of my inspiration; my Armenian culture, Spirituality and Healing. The corona virus pandemic has collectively disrupted our lives and routine while leaving us with abundant time. I’m one of those people welcoming the isolation, tuning into the creative process and finding peace and connection while the storm rages above. There is
The Armenian Experience Each of the women embody strength, perseverance and resiliency. Who was she? Who is she? Who will she become? Satinik Satinik represents the woman of my past, escaping the Genocide. Headless, she is any and every woman who trudged through the desert, defended her village as a