HIGHLIGHTS

Paris is an easy place to be a tourist, especially in Spring, oh, and in Autumn, even Winter, Summer, eh. The citizens care about their city enough that the monuments we all know so well, the Eiffel Tower, the Arc de Triomphe, and Sacre Coeur, haven't been surrounded by skyscrapers. After the Tour Montparnasse construction, the citizens rose up in protest and the Parisian council instituted a height restriction of 12 stories for all buildings within the city limits. The skyscrapers were limited to La Defense on the other side of the Seine. Those limits remained until 2010 and have recently been reinstated after the approval of the Tour Triangle at the Parc des Expositions de la Porte de Versailles, which is rising to 42 stories.

Many of the older buildings in Paris are made from locally sourced limestone and can become dark with pollution. Buildings are required to be cleaned every ten years to preserve the aesthetics of the City of Lights. The buildings are draped with scaffolding and coverings to contain the dust. The cleaning takes several months to complete. We were very thankful that our apartment building, made from the soft-white limestone, had been cleaned before we moved in.

View from the window of our Paris apartment in the 16th Arrondissement

When we lived in Paris, our son and I would take an afternoon and complete one of the Paris Highlights tour spots we had devised. We rode the Ferris Wheel on the Place de la Concorde, took the elevators at LaSamarataine department store or the Tour Montparnasse for the city view, rode the bus to Montmartre to Sacre Coeur, or climbed into the elevators to the top of the Eiffel Tower. The tower stands at 1083 feet and is still the tallest structure in the heart of Paris. Standing on the Eiffel Tower's glass floor on the first floor, we looked down between our shoes to see a different view of the sidewalk we usually walked. We got back on the elevator and rose to the next floor to look at the changing perspective at the higher levels.

Our local PBS station recently showed a documentary about the Eiffel Tower construction. Once the tower was complete after much controversy and opposition, Parisians crowded to the top to marvel at the city below. The Eiffel Tower was then the tallest structure in the world so the view must have been a wonder for them.

Flower Market near the Republique Stalingrad bus stop

All these memories flashed back at me as Bill(husband) and I walked the sixth-floor hallway to a lab at UCSF Parnassus for some tests he needed. We happened to come on a perfect sunny Spring day. As we entered the lobby, we were stunned to discover a hidden, 180-degree view of San Francisco out of the windows. Like those first Parisians at the Eiffel Tower, we stared in wonder. Before us was an unexpected diorama starting at the Sunset District with its straight main street leading to the Pacific Ocean, moving over Golden Gate Park to the towers of the Golden Gate Bridge sticking out from the greenery, over the various neighborhoods of the City, and to the high-rises in downtown and ending just beyond Salesforce Tower at another green hill. Our only puzzle was why all the chairs in the lobby faced away from the view.

Sunset District to the Pacific Ocean

Golden Gate Park & deYoung Museum

Golden Gate Bridge

University of San Francisco

Downtown San Francisco

San Francisco is often compared to Paris. It is a beautiful city and its citizens have tried to keep it that way. San Francisco is well-known for its system of arcane building codes. Not every decision has been good. We lost the old Fillmore District, which used to be called the Harlem of the West with all its links to Black music and history. It has been supplemented by the Fillmore, a busy neighborhood with small businesses lining the streets, similar to Jackson Square and Chestnut Street, but the Black community has been pushed out. For the most part, like Parisians, SFers want a say in keeping the city's character. When a tower of apartments was recently proposed for the Sunset District, a residential area of 2 to 4-story buildings, citizens rose up in protest. Green spaces within the city are now required of any new large building so we have sculptures and small parklets that dot the downtown. Best of all, we now have a series of parks that run along the Embarcadero from the Golden Gate to Bayview, along the San Francisco Bay Trail.

The view from our 8th floor window 

While I was waiting for Bill to finish, I took out my sketchbook and tried to draw the diorama in front of me. Some artists can create drawings of cities with each building and each street delineated. I remembered as I drew that I am not one of them. I decided to draw outlines and took photos instead.

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https://www.firstpost.com/explainers/why-paris-has-imposed-a-ban-on-skyscrapers-12748392.html 

Thanks, Christy, for some of the photos of Paris.

SIGNS OF SPRING

Tulip Tree in Bloom by Martha Slavin

A single bird, possibly a sparrow, wakes me up each morning singing its heart out and letting any female nearby know he's ready to build a nest. I think of the bush on the other side of the building that has been full of bird songs for the last month or so. As we walk by the bush, we can't see any of the birds though the leaves tremble occasionally. Their songs are lusty and make us smile. We look through the iron fence next to the bush and watch the dogs bark, race and chase each other around the dog park.

Later, standing at our large bathroom window, I can see two ducks paddling across Mission Creek. Their wake makes perfect Vs, reminding me of Winston Churchill holding up his fingers in a V for Victory during WWII, and later in the 1970s, the hippies raising their hands in a similar gesture for peace. I can hear the faint call of a Canadian goose disturbed by another's presence.

Across the street on weekends, the children's park is filled with the cacophony of babies, toddlers, and their families. We can't help but smile as a toddler splashes in a rain puddle or climbs up to the top of a rope ladder structure with a steadying hand from its dad.

On our residential street, we can hear these simple sounds and enjoy quiet moments watching life go by. Beyond our street is the continuous roar of a city. The rumble of the freeways, sounding like rushing rivers or waves breaking, continues into the night. The streetcars and emergency vehicles add clangs and sirens to the mix. 

While visiting a friend near the Carquinez Straits in the East Bay recently, I realized how much noise I absorb on a daily basis. In her backyard, I heard the birds chattering and that was all. The silence was profound.

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The work of one of my favorite artists, Corita Kent, a nun whose works became internationally well-known in the 1960s, still is relevant today. She was a teacher and printmaker and she used her artistic talents to speak out against poverty, racism, and injustice. We are in another tumultuous period in our history where it matters what we do and whether we want to be on the right or wrong side of history. I received an email recently from the Corita Center whose headline read: GIVE A DAMN. 

Don't you?

Check out the Corita Center website:

https://www.corita.org

Read Scott Ostler's piece in the SF Chronicle about Jackie Robinson and this administration's efforts to eliminate references to race/ethnicity/diversity:

https://www.sfchronicle.com/sports/ostler/article/cancel-jackie-robinson-making-history-team-trump-20229893.php

Robert Reich's column today sent a shiver through my heart. Read it to see one of the possibilities which explain what is happening in Washington DC right now.

https://substack.com/home/post/p-159486715

After that, you will feel uplifted when you read this essay by Anand Giridharadas:

https://the.ink/p/the-opposite-of-fascism?fbclid=IwY2xjawJJdRRleHRuA2FlbQIxMAABHZNPNc0Uh7vnuf8Gf-qOrxUxM4hWcSQLfRTeZ8FHzg2ZNOsEe9mZ94Nz4w_aem_3YPpZnSCtHu7lRhR_vu-Hg

NOT EVERYTHING IS AS IT SEEMS

What looked like one of those cardboard boxes that we all use for packing books sits near some concrete benches in a small park at UCSF. When I saw the box on the ground, I thought someone had left it out and forgotten to take it with them. When I got closer to the box, I realized it wasn't cardboard but a metal replica of that common object. Next to it was one of those ubiquitous plastic chairs found at any big box store, except this one was bronze. The maker had a sense of ironic humor creating something permanent from something that we think of as a throwaway. These objects represent one of the main purposes of art: to question what you see in front of you.

Some recent sculptures express the dilemmas of our history. "Hollow" by James Shefik presents a Confederate commander as one of those toys that allows you to push a button on the bottom of its stand to make the figure fall over. When you release the button, the figure pops up again. The sculpture stood in the middle of a large exhibit of work by Bay Area artists and startled me with its clever depiction of history and its cycles. The sculpture reminded me that we are a complicated country. We are the neighbors who will help out when needed and are the raging insurrectionists breaking windows and harming people hired to protect all of us. "Hollow" shows us that ideas and convictions flourish and diminish in the cycles of history.

We attend performances at the Berkeley Repertory Theater, which since 2016, has interspersed musicals, Shakespeare, and puppetry with plays that contain timely subjects. Early in 2016 Berkeley Rep began their season with a new production of Sinclair Lewis' novel, It Can't Happen Here, written in 1935, about a fictional political figure (based on Huey Long, governor of Louisiana at the time) who becomes president. The play shows the effect that his fascist policies have on America. John Moffit turned the novel into a play and it is a not-so-subtle rendering of the potential of a dictator like Hitler and the importance of being informed, verifying information, and voting.

Since that year, Berkeley Rep continues to remind us of parts of our history that many people are trying to bury with book bans and eliminating uncomfortable parts of our history from public schools. Last season, we saw Mother Road by Octavio Solis, which chronicles the journey of a group who migrate from California to Oklahoma, the reverse of the migration depicted by John Steinbeck in The Grapes of Wrath. The play shows the effects of the earlier migration on various ethnic groups who were displaced by the desperate, mostly White, migrants fleeing the Dust Bowl. Another play, Far Country, by Lloyd Suh concerns the plight of Asian immigrants from the early 1920s who faced the consequences of the Chinese Exclusion Act, which kept them on Angel Island in San Francisco Bay for 18 or more.

This past week the New York Times published a list of words that they found had been removed from various Federal agencies' documents and websites. The list is long and exclusionary, eliminating such words as women, bias, Black, Native American, equal opportunity, and hundreds more. As "Hollow" depicts, ideas and policies, even the most divisive, never disappear.

Well worth the time to scroll through James Shefik's website for his sculptures here:

https://jamesshefik.com/portfolio-james-shefik-1.html

Check out the article in the New York Times:

https://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2025/03/07/us/trump-federal-agencies-websites-words-dei.html?searchResultPosition=2 

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John Lewis: "We may all have come on different ships, but we are all in the same boat now."

STAYING TRUE

For Ukraine

Each Friday as I press the link to publish Postcards in the Air, I am reminded of the day in 2014 when I first published a post every Friday. When I started writing, I mostly wrote to understand myself and was surprised when I accumulated followers. My point in writing was to show how my choices in creating art affected the rest of my life and to understand that do-overs can be learning experiences. I hoped to show that not everything I do worked well, but there is something to be gained from working through problems. (And also something to learn from starting fresh.) I usually avoid political questions since I know other writers who express their opinions far better than I do. Sometimes, my rage creeps in when a national or worldwide event can't be ignored. Yet, I tell myself each week that my Friday blog is a place for people to rest, pause from stress, and take a moment to think of something outside of their own lives. Today I am celebrating my eleventh year of writing and I hope I have succeeded in my endeavors.

I am also a student of history and have gained much from the Federal declarations of history and heritage months for the diverse groups in our country. Though recognition of these groups began before 1976, Gerald Ford was the first to declare February as Black History Month. The list for History Months grew from there to include Women's History, Gay Pride, Asian Pacific and Hispanic-Latino Heritage, Disability Awareness Months, and more. Because of these designated months, I discovered people and events I had never read about, but who should be honored for their contributions to make our country a better place.

Without these months, would we know about the achievements of Shirley Chisholm, Jane Bolin, Bessie Colman, Gordan Parks, or Jackie Robinson? Would we know the names of Native Americans such as poet Jane Johnston Schoolcraft, veteran Dan Akee, and astronaut John Herrington? Would we begin to let the Holocaust recede into history? Would Cesar Chavez, Casilda Luna, or Judy Baca be recognized for their achievements? Would we know LBGTQ Brenda Howard, Alvin Ailey, Jane Addams, or Edith Windsor? There is a space in our history books for the stories of diverse groups including Arab Americans and Asian-Pacific Americans. Are we so small in our thinking that only the actions of White men are considered to be worth remembering?

This week I plan to read about some of these people and events. I think reading about their struggles and achievements will remind me of what is possible in the United States and will restore my hope in our country. Join me.

I hope you will take the time to look through these stories on the various websites here. Please note that you will find people who belong on several of these lists. Isn't that what America is all about?

Check out this website for more information about both history and heritage months:

https://www.diversitycentral.com/calendar/heritagemonthguide.php

February is Black History Month as designated by the White House on January 31, 2025:

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefings-statements/2025/01/national-black-history-month-2025/

Check out history programs at PBS:

https://www.pbs.org/shows/?search=&genre=history&source=all-sources&sortBy=popular

Check out these Hispanic women and their stories:

https://latino.si.edu/25-latinas-you-should-know

List of famous modern Native Americans:

https://www.countryliving.com/life/inspirational-stories/g45710442/famous-native-americans/

Check out the stories about AAPI:

https://www.nps.gov/subjects/aapiheritage/people.htm

A list of Jewish Americans and their stories:

https://www.ajc.org/news/amazing-jewish-americans

Check out this story about the disability rights movement:

https://set-works.com/7-women-who-shaped-the-disability-rights-movement/

Check out the stories of Arab Americans here:

https://www.facinghistory.org/ideas-week/honoring-arab-american-heritage-stories-changemakers

CREATIVE CYCLES

Last fall, every watercolor that I attempted went into the wastebasket. I made all the common mistakes of watercolor painting. I overworked the paint, I didn't lay a good foundation by careful drawing before I started to paint, and I covered up all the white area of the paper. I know that the turbulent time after the election and our move affected my abilities. I knew that outside those influences I was going through a period of creative aggravation that develops before I can progress further. 

I remember our son as he struggled as a toddler. He would spend some time frustrated before he broke through to master a new skill. I remember his impatience and his triumphs as he took first steps, first tastes, and the glee at new accomplishments. I tell myself that, eventually, my own period of dithering and dissatisfaction will likely produce a new leap forward. 

I find landscapes the most difficult to master in watercolor. The large open spaces escape from me quickly and I try to over-correct what I've put down on paper. My example from last fall, three paintings of the East Bay hills show what happens as I painted.

First overworked rendition

New painting - Second rendition

Last rendition that may or may not work

I switched to painting portraits and flowers because with them I can work in small spaces, connecting to the next space until I have a satisfactory piece. I haven't been able yet to translate that same way of painting to landscapes.

As we get older, sometimes we have to give up activities that we've taken for granted such as riding bicycles, walking without assistance, writing legibly, and making large pieces of art. We rail against the loss. Sometimes the loss leads us to other ways such as letting other people help, focusing on artwork that is possible, and being willing to accept that you look older, and people may treat you differently. I enjoy the moments when people look at me as older and want to help in some way. So far, I don't really need the help, but I find the offer both amusing and kind. In our cruel-hearted world that has become more and more the norm, especially in the last few weeks, I am glad to see young people who still live by thoughtfulness. In my life of always trying to take care of myself by myself, I can now let some things go.

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Two artist friends have made a pledge to each other to "toot their own horns" about their accomplishments. I'm doing the same here. I have made an edition of the Postcards in the Air essays I've written for 2024. I used Into Real Pages, a site that can grab my blog posts from my website and print them into a beautiful book. Here is their website:

https://intorealpages.com

Here is my latest book:

Collage of photos from 2024
 displayed before the title page

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Thought for the week:

 … Sen. Lisa Murkowski: “If Musk truly wants to understand what federal workers accomplished over the past week, he should get to know each department and agency, and learn about the jobs he's trying to cut. Our public servants work hard to ensure that our national security is protected; that planes land safely; that forest fires do not spread to our homes; that Social Security checks arrive on time; that research for the breakthroughs needed to cure diseases like cancer and ALS continues; and much more. Our public workforce deserves to be treated with dignity and respect for the unheralded jobs they perform. The absurd weekend email to justify their existence wasn’t it.”

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February 2025 View from My Window with a slight change of scene for four days

WHY ARTISTS COLLECT

A page in a sketchbook using stamps as a focal point

Stamp collecting as a child opened my eyes to other worlds. I loved the feel of the old, thin paper and the designs printed on them. Looking at one-color small portraits of historic figures or events led me to discover the history and culture of a person or place. I grew to love history by collecting stamps. I ran to the mailbox in hopes of finding unusual stamps in the stack of mail. I wasn't a stamp collector who put a monetary value on my stamps, but I did keep an eye out for the Inverted Jenny, that rare upside-down airplane stamp that is now worth millions.

To save the stamps, I cut them off their envelopes and soaked them in water till they slipped off the paper. I dried them on a paper towel under a book and then placed a hinge on the backside so that I could adhere the stamps to the pages of my stamp book, which was sectioned into countries. When I went to college, my stamp book sat in a closet at home. Over the years though, I found myself drawn to stamps as I stood in line at the post office and looked at the stamps on display.

While we lived overseas at the turn of the century, I collected the stamps in Japan and France. I wandered through Marche aux Timbres, the outdoor stamp market in Paris, and stood in line at the local Japanese post office where I was flabbergasted to see people drop off shopping bags to be sent through the mail with no additional packaging. I also had to learn not to lick envelopes or stamps there. Instead, I used two-sided sticky tape. By that time, the stamps around the world had become colorful and designed by artists. While looking for flat objects to include in mixed media projects, I bought small bags of used vintage stamps that I sprinkled throughout some of my mixed media sketchbooks. I found that placing a stamp somewhere on a blank page lets my imagination flourish.

I sat this weekend in a workshop led by Annie Cicale, a noted calligrapher and artist. She offered various ways to create art books with the idea that the content is the most important part of the book, leaving the construction of the book to the end. As I was sifting through my pile of paste papers and scrap papers, I rediscovered an envelope full of used vintage stamps. An idea erupted: I could make a Stamp Book!

First draft of my Stamp Book

I created a first draft of the book and decided that I would make the graphics stronger on the next try. (I will soak off the stamps to reuse them.) And then I thought about the last couple of years as we downsized and gave away items that we no longer used, including all of our stamp books. We had agreed that they might be a spark in someone else's life to discover history and culture. Thinking of those books, I had one of those moments of recognition as to why artists collect things to the point of being hoarders when really those collected things might turn out to be the next big idea.

Even the outline of a stamp creates interest

Check out what the US Post Office offers to stamp collectors:

https://www.usps.com

Check out Annie Cicale's website. Her work is worth a look:

https://cicaledesign.net/about/

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Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Elie Wiesel 

ART HEARTS: CHOOSE LOVE

cartoon by Bill Slavin

I married a romantic and a risk taker. On our first Valentine's Day, Bill gave me a hand-drawn card. To give a handmade card to someone whose family are all artists, that's bravery. He also gave me the nickname Gus (but that's another story). Later Bill asked me to marry him on a different Valentine's Day while we sat in a crowded Italian restaurant on Tahoe's North Shore after a tiring day of skiing. 

When we moved to San Francisco, we discovered large hearts decorating different parts of the City. We found large hearts at the corners of Union Square, we found hearts in bank lobbies, outside apartment buildings, and inside of hospitals. 

Heart at corner of Union Square

We knew about the San Francisco General Hospital fundraising campaign, but never realized how many hearts still can be found in the City. The fundraising annual event began in 2004, when artists were encouraged to paint large scale hearts. The hearts are auctioned off each year and have found their way to other parts of the Bay Area. Danville, our old hometown, created a similar event in 2020 and exhibited sixteen hearts on the main street, Hartz Avenue. We walk to Giants ballgames and pass by the army green heart outside of Momo's Restaurant. At the end of a winning game, we listen as the song, "I Left My Heart in San Francisco," echoes through out the stands. Hearts, then, have been a big part of our lives.

Heart in Salesforce Park

At the end of January we walked by the front door of the Ferry Building and discovered two large hearts, one called Japanese Tea Garden by Isabelle Hung, and the other by Dev Heyrana called Sol. We wandered through the busy Ferry Building and found a collection of smaller hearts at the back of the building. 

Japanese Tea Garden by Isabelle Hung

Cities around the world have adopted the practice of creating sculptures for fundraising. Not only do the specific organizations such as San Francisco General Hospital benefit from the fundraising, but so do artists who have a chance to exhibit their talents in a public space. We first saw artwork painted onto cows instead of hearts all over Prague many years ago. They had chosen to participate in The CowParade which highlights the artwork of artists who select from three different cow shapes to use as their base. These cities have recognized how important the work of artists can be to bring joy and fun to their communities while raising money for good purposes.

Easy-to-make Valentine card by Martha Slavin (see Project Directions2)

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Check out this year's hearts to be auctioned on February 14:

https://my.onecause.com/event/organizations/sf-001C000000valEmIAI/events/vevt:717330a2-fef3-4b5c-9d86-c3536d0d4c94/auctions/silent-auction

Map of Hearts (heart sculptures locations from previous years):

https://sfghf.org/map/

Danville's Hearts on Hartz:

https://www.danville.ca.gov/785/Hearts-around-Hartz-2020

In the Heartland of America, view Kansas City's Parade of Hearts:

https://theparadeofhearts.com  This year's auction is over, but their website is a colorful display.

Also, don't miss viewing the CowParade's site: 

https://cowparade.com/elementor-page-432/

Heart Card by Martha Slavin

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Have a heart, Choose Love (as the NFL said): 

Did you know that over $200 million dollars were spent on anti-trans ads by the Republican Party during the Presidential election? Did you know that there are fewer than 10 athletes in the NCAA who identify as transgender? Even a non-math major like me can see the disparity. Is this issue so important that it deserves such attention or are they just hyping up fear of the Other?