Chattering Monkeys


Wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts black cloud critters

chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain

swollen brain filled with piston-like repetiton

it’s wrong it’s wrong it’s wrong

not good enough for who? for tin man looking for his heart?

wash out all those ghosts cobwebs worrywarts and black cloud critters

chattering like monkeys in your swollen brain

quickly lay your thoughts out on the page

protect those tender shoots

close the book

walk away

Thank You Notes, David Hockney and Me – San Francisco


Dear readers

This is fun! The above drawing is the first drawing I made with a new app for my iPad.   I received the pencil for Christmas, charged it , and downloaded the app, Paper 53   Yesterday I tried out the tools. Hardly scratching the surface I came up with the above image.

David Hockney has some amazing iPad drawings in an exhibit of his work at the de Young Museum in San Francisco.

In her piece about the exhibit, Claire Cain Miller  chose to show Hockney’s enlarged print, Yosemite. When standing next to this enormous print I felt like I was in the painting with the clouds hovering above me. I’ll be going back to do some research on how Hockney sketched and painted.  What is evident is that Hockney did a lot of drawing.

January is the time when Thank You notes are written. This year I received Thank You notes that were hand written and sent in the mail,  personally spoken to me, emailed to me  and electronic cards. Then, there are the ones that haven’t been written yet, like mine. Although I think a handwritten card is more personal,  I may go the electronic route. My handwriting has gotten really hard to read. If I go with the electronic idea, at least my family and friends will be able to decipher what I wrote.
Thanks again for checking in.

13 Old Sees New York City For the First time – Carla and Megan’s Blog


Car parked outside Vin et Fleur by Megan 13

New York by Megan

When the plane was about to land, I was so excited about seeing New York, and spending it with my grandmother. I’ve heard so much, but it was a thousand times better than anything I could have come up with. Anyone could tell it was New York from when you stepped outside and there were 2,000 bright orange taxis waiting outside. The line seemed to never end! As soon as we got to Soho, I had already seen so many lights shining out of each and every building! The next week we saw the amazing metropolitan that constantly surprised me with all the amazing displays, we saw so much art and tasted the famous New York pizza! we watched out for all the fashion, watching all the latest trends, and the amazing comme de garçons where so much detail and time went into designing those amazing dresses, shirts and shoes! We also saw the two most amazing musicals, which are now my favourite, spider man and newsies! the choreography was amazing, and when the actors were swinging off stage and into the audience, it was amazing! When we came out of the theatre, despite it being dark outside, time square lit up like it was day! Every single corner was flashing, and shining! We took an amazing panorama photo, capturing every corner of time square. We visited Christies auction house, where paintings, pictures and objects were being sold for thousands of dollars! When we went behind-the-scenes, We touched the most amazing paintings by Degas, Vincent Van Gogh , Renoir, and Gauguin! It was amazing, and when we were sittings in an auction, I had to be careful not to accidently raise my hand. One of our favourite restaurants there was Vin et Fleur, we went there three times during the week and the bartender made the most delicious drinks. We named my drink after our waiter, Bartholomew Surprise. When we had to go over to the airport, I wanted to stay in New York with my Grandmother, but I had to go home. New York was decently the most amazing trip I have ever been too.

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Men at the Bar – Vin et Fleur



Megan at the Brooklyn Museum

The Cove – La Jolla, California


The Baby

  (where you were in your life, 2 stories interacting, a dramatic moment)

While anchoring a large canvas with my foot I  keep my painting from sailing off the rock. Trying not to get the fine reddish dirt in the paint I lean over and dig my brush into a pile of ultramarine blue. My oil paintings are getting too blue. Being from Northern California,  I have gone overboard with blues. All that sky and water. I set up an area to work in before the tourists start their day. A photographer for the daily newspaper walks up to see what I am doing. She takes my picture for the weekend edition. I guess that’s cool. I’ll send it home. Something for my family and friends to talk about.

The ocean is new to me. I’m used to lawn not sand. I don’t want to sit and be all sticky and gritty. But my children age 8 and 11 want to surf. While shopping in The Village I had seen  a card posted on an announcement board, “Ocean swimming lessons for children, call 946-6342.”  This is the way I found Tim, a blonde Greek Godlike young man.

I can smell the ocean. Most of the time the breeze is moving in the other direction and you smell the sweetness of tropical flowers in bloom. The board by the lifeguard hut says twenty foot visibility, no chop, 68 degrees. Good, the water is warm, no surf. Pelicans are on the rock and  cormorants are diving for fish. Maybe I’ll see some fish today. I can already see the orange flash of a Garibaldi making her nest by the rocks. Tim arrives, wearing a full wetsuit and  fins. I don’t get any. I’m supposed to follow him with a mask and snorkel. When I want to see something from the ocean floor I tell him. He’ll dive, bring it up and show me. The idea being, I won’t be scared when I see nature up close. I gingerly step in, push-off and go, following Tim’s yellow fins. Next, I try out my equipment. Breathing with a snorkel is impossible!  Inhale, exhale, nose, mouth; water is everywhere. I haven’t even had a mask on before. I can’t remember what to do. The water is so salty!  I start looking around.  There’s a whole new world down there. I point, then watch this beautiful man dive to fetch eel grass, kelp,and barnacles.  How weird, there’s a lobster. It has no color. It’s gray-brown. You dummy, it hasn’t  been cooked!  I stick some pinkish purple kelp down the front of my bathing suit. After smuggling it home I can copy it’s beautiful color and delicate lacelike appearance. We decide it’s a good day to go over to the right and swim through the cave. A bunch of lanky teenagers have gathered on this outcropping of rock called The Clam. A rite of passage down here is to jump off  The Clam. Looking through my mask I see a baitball of transparent smelt, eel grass gently swaying back and forth and the sand. I like this. Carefully, we float over the rocks through the cave. Tim says, “Be careful when you come out at the other end.” I thought I knew what he meant, but I didn’t think he meant what actually happened. I slip out rolling over on my back so I can look at the rocks, no one is jumping. The boys are dancing around, getting up their nerve, girls giggling behind them.

There’s a cold spot. I’m out in the ocean. I can’t see the bottom. It’s deep and dark. Where’s Tim? Where do I go? There he is, but ,oh, what’s that? There’s a  rock. It’s so smooth,. It’s very big. It’s moving! oh, no it’s a very big fish. I think it’s a whale, one of those gray whales. I can’t find Tim. He must be on the other side of this guy. The  mottled gray whale breaks the surface, submerges and appears again.. I tread water. It’s the only thing I can do because he’s circling me. Up, down, like a sea serpent this undulating smooth shape swims around me. He’s so close I could reach out and touch him. A little wrinkled eye looks at me. Barnacles attached to his smooth head  are hard and glass like. You’d think they would hurt. My heart is going to pound right out of my skin. Is he afraid?  I am. Looking around I see I have no escape so I decide to enjoy this moment. I calm down my heart and mind. It’s quiet. The only sound I hear is the water shushing when he dips and rises. Ducking under water I see his flippers, then his tail flukes. The whale must be about the size of three or four trucks lined up, one behind the other,  just a baby. Heavy, I wonder how much he weighs. After an unknown amount of time, my curious visitor straightens his path and glides out to sea. Tim is gone. I swim back with a story to tell. Someone said Tim left me to follow the whale, but I know I was the only one there. Standing against the sun-baked wall I shiver uncontrollably until the sun’s warmth penetrates my body.

In my studio the lacelike piece of seaweed is floating in a bowl of water, the newspaper clipping lies next  to it, abstract paintings of The Cove are stacked up in the corner. And, there’s a newly stretched canvas hanging on the wall.

The idea for posting this story came from a blogger named Fritzz, The above is about one of my water experiences. I became an avid ocean swimmer after that day.