Today, the online ‘blog doctors’, Alyson Stanfield and Cynthia Morris, have challenged the class to re-write the previous blog entry (detailing its target readers) using the second-person pronouns instead of the first-person pronouns!  What a challenge to write to you

Path Through Life Copyright by Lynn Bridge 18″ x 12″ Today I am making a departure from my usual blog style, if that is even possible!  This is my first day as a student in an online class co-taught by Alyson B. Stanfield at http://artbizblog.com and Cynthia Morris at

For the third year in a row, I have made a piece of art for the annual “100%” fund-raising silent auction benefiting the educational programs of Austin’s George Washington Carver Museum.  Each year the museum asks 100 citizens to make  12″ x 12″

So, if Barton Barriers has many meanings, including all those the artist never envisioned, but expected us to formulate, I am taking the liberty of looking at the sculpture and drawing some conclusions of my own.  Many thoughts trail through my mind when I look at Barton

As soon as it was installed almost three weeks ago, a brouhaha brewed in my neighborhood over a temporary sculptural installation on a nearby city right-of-way. The name of the project is “Barton Barriers” and the artist is Stephen Dubov.  Here is an overview of the

I have decided to make this post verbal.  Normally I include my own artwork to illustrate my words, but this time, I think I’ll let your inner eye fill in the visuals.  I will do my best to allow your imagination enough details to be able to paint the pictures.  I just

The other day I was polishing this thing, this butter-keeper, which has been passed down in the family, and I started wondering about the young bride who received it as a wedding present back in 1873 or so.  How much time did she spend polishing it?  Did she relish figuring out

Barton Creek 4 Copyright by Lynn Bridge 16″ x 24″ I just scanned an article in the New York Times relating to our federal Clean Water Act, and it dredged up memories from a creek bottom of my childhood. I became an environmentalist about the same time I learned to

Spring is starting in Austin, Texas.  The native Mexican plum trees, an understory plant, are flowering white under the bare branches of the taller trees.  This non-native shrub in my yard is flowering pink already, and its sibling shrub is thinking about blooming sometime this

Green Creek Today, for a very few minutes, I’m going to do my part to save the world from possible insanity.  I have been reading a book given to me by my friend on the occasion of my birthday.  It is called Last Child in the Woods by Richard Louv.   I am not even halfway