Lynn Bridge Glencliff Art Studio

perspectives

Growth

This is the first mosaic I ever made, if you don’t count all those pictures created with dried beans and pictures fashioned with little squares of construction paper in elementary school.  Oh, and I guess there were those mud pies from the same time period which were mosaic

Communion

Yesterday was World Communion Sunday among the Christians.  It meant that, starting with Pacific archipelagos, traveling through Asia, Australia, and on to Africa and Europe and the Americas, people in churches everywhere celebrated the Lord’s Supper in the same 24 hours. 

Opposites

Am I “trying to do too much?”  Am I “being lazy?”  Am I “slow?”  Am I “too rushed and careless?”  Am I “smart?”  Am I “stupid?”  These are questions that our teenaged selves asked and tried to answer.  Most

Borders

Almost every day I walk through my neighborhood to a bridge over Barton Creek from which I can look down and scrutinize the animals and plants below.  I count the turtles, watch fish, and admire the water fowl.  I feel satisfied when I see a snapping turtle beneath the surface

My Own Stranger

A couple of winters ago my husband and I had the opportunity to visit three cities in China, one being Shanghai.  It was in rainy, cold, snowy January, certainly not tourist season, and most faces on the streets were Asian.  After a few days of exploring the city on foot, I had

Eyes Open Blindly

Two days ago was check-up day at the vet for our three cats.  Of course, they sensed trouble in advance, so I had to try to outsmart their tiny brains with food.  I had three cats, three cat carriers, three soft blankets, and three snacks in a room with its two doors firmly