"Since I was really young, I have always had an interest in crafts and using my hands to make things. We have a picture of me at about age 3.5 to 4 years, sitting on the floor cutting up paper. I would often take excess fabric and try to make outfits for my dolls. I loved Cracker Jack prizes when I had to put something together. Hand work of any kind, knitting, sewing, or crocheting always intrigued me. If I expressed an interest of sorts, I was encouraged to stop and visit my Grandma after school to help me with a braided rag rug or a crochet stitch. My sister Bonnie was definitely my mentor for quilting and we spent many happy hours together trading skills. I feel this interest was something I was born with, a part of my gene makeup. To this day I love getting lost in projects in my Sewing/Craft room, it’s so good for the soul."
Postcards in the Air
Art and Thoughts on the Wing
Friday, February 27, 2026
INSPIRATIONS FOUND EVERYWHERE
"Since I was really young, I have always had an interest in crafts and using my hands to make things. We have a picture of me at about age 3.5 to 4 years, sitting on the floor cutting up paper. I would often take excess fabric and try to make outfits for my dolls. I loved Cracker Jack prizes when I had to put something together. Hand work of any kind, knitting, sewing, or crocheting always intrigued me. If I expressed an interest of sorts, I was encouraged to stop and visit my Grandma after school to help me with a braided rag rug or a crochet stitch. My sister Bonnie was definitely my mentor for quilting and we spent many happy hours together trading skills. I feel this interest was something I was born with, a part of my gene makeup. To this day I love getting lost in projects in my Sewing/Craft room, it’s so good for the soul."
Friday, February 20, 2026
FOUNDATIONS
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| Value Study of old buildings |
Where does inspiration come from? Sitting in a class last weekend with Kristen Doty, a calligrapher and artist, I listened to her tell a story of a Japanese language book that she discovered in her dad's bookshelves. He had brought the book home from Japan after WWII. She was captivated by the kanji characters and went on to study Japanese. The book also became her gateway into calligraphy. She now teaches classes at workshops all over the country and in Europe.
Other members of the class explained how they became interested in calligraphy or other art pursuits. Several of them mentioned the Speedball Textbook, A Comprehensive Guide to Pen and Brush Lettering. That small book taught many lettering artists how to create beautiful lettering. The Speedball book was part of my family's collection too, along with a box of Speedball pen nibs. I spent hours trying each pen nib to practice different lettering styles I loved in the book.
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| 24th Edition of the Speedball Textbook |
I did the same with the two books of anatomy that I found in one of the drawers of my mother's desk. One was a fold-out book with each section showing a different part of the human body's structure: skin, muscles, nervous system, and organs. This thin booklet was my first exposure not only to the body's systems, but to a way of producing a book different than the normal binding. The other book showed drawings and photographs of the muscles, veins and nervous system, and also the human body at various stages through the decades. I was fascinated by how the body changed from infancy with its big head to old age and its enlarged features such as noses and ears.
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| Contour drawing of feet |
My family also collected autumn leaves and insects from our backyard. Studying the wings of the insects and tracing the leaves' veins taught me to focus on details of other objects as well. Mostly, though, I loved sitting in my dad's studio watching him work at one of his two drafting tables. He also set up a table for us to come and draw while he was working. My mom didn't have time to create a full-time studio in our home, but she had an easel in the den. She asked all of us daughters to pose for her. Posing for what seemed like hours gave me a chance to watch her start with charcoal sketches. She would then mix oil paints and applied them to the canvas until she had a finished portrait.
We were a comic book family and had a stack of books that my day collected of his favorite comic strip artists such as Milton Caniff who drew Terry and the Pirates, Dale Messick's Brenda Starr (my first exposure to a working woman in storybook form), and his own series, Minne Sue and Little Haha. He was drawn to comic strip artwork that used the same dynamic style that graphic novel artists use today, with a deep knowledge of anatomy, bold outlines, and actions portrayed on paper.
Watching both my parents draw encouraged me to do the same. It was part of our family's education along with reading, writing, and arithmetic. With this influence, I began to draw fashion designs, and while still in elementary school, I sent some to Bill Woggins for publication in one of his Katie Keene comic books. Woggins encouraged his readers to send in designs, and he gave credit to them all, whether the designs appeared in his strip or not. He would list designers with their addresses and asked them to become pen pals. Clever marketing at that time where security wasn't such an issue as it is today.
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| List of fashion designers for Katie Keene comic book. My name is highlighted |
Listening to Kristen Doty talk about what influenced her, reminded me of my own. I think of the families of doctors, construction workers, and entrepreneurs who can start out with a foundation in their professions because of their family background. All of us have had something that inspired us. What sparked your interest in your own life-long path?
Read about Ralph Heimdahl and his work on Bugs Bunny here:
https://cartoonresearch.com/index.php/ralph-heimdahl-a-collection-for-the-ages/
Check out this Milton Caniff collection:
Friday, February 13, 2026
FLOURISHING DIVERSITY
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| Window View -- January 2026 |
"Celebrate diversity. It's the one true thing we have in common." Winston Churchill
Outside of our windows, one bird has been singing away. It's spring and time for nesting. I finally spotted him with his striped head. I think it might be a black-throated grey warbler. I am not a bird watcher with binoculars and lists in hand, wide-brimmed hat, and camouflage...not yet...but I do like to watch birds as they fly overhead or swoop into a nearby bush. Sometimes, one will sit on the bare tree branches outside our windows. Bill and I wondered how a small bird could find a mate in the middle of a city. This latest bird has been elusive until I saw two birds fly onto the branches. One was singing as loud as he could while the other ducked into the bushes below us. Today could be his lucky day.
The small bird's song helped me notice the change in seasons here in the City. Our condo is located near the Giants ballpark in a former industrial area of the City. We don't have the neighborhood feel of some sections of town such as Noe Valley or DuBose with their rows of well-kept Victorians and parks nearby. Instead, we live in a skyscraper and our view out our front windows is of a cascade of buildings leading to the Salesforce Tower with its changing lightscape at the top. At night, the view is dazzling with lights.
Sometimes, I write a paragraph and get stuck. Today, I got out of my chair, had a light lunch, and took a walk. I strolled down the dock next to the yacht club's berths. Pigeons fluttered around waiting for a crumb to drop. Most of the time, even on weekends, the sailboats are tied up, and the halyards clang in the wind. Our weather has been unusually warm, reaching in the 70s. Today, there were a few empty slips and sailboats angling out into the Bay. Karl the Fog had been a no-show until the night just as the Super Bowl started. Salesforce Tower disappeared in the mist even though the TV showed a beautiful sunset on the Bay (taken another day, we could only assume.)
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| Pigeons flock around Fish sculpture on the Embarcadero |
The Embarcadero was quiet as I walked towards one of new Fish sculptures that is part of the Art Loop of sculptures that line the waterfront. There were a few runners and a couple or two, but the Super Bowl crowds had dispersed. I remembered that a few weeks ago San Francisco had been flooded with Men in Suits for a convention, the suits an unusual sight these days with all the tech bros who prefer hoodies and tight pants. Unlike the young women in the neighborhood, they haven't changed to roomier pants.
A week after that convention, a memorial march came down Market Street in honor of Bob Weir, one of the Grateful Dead founders. The group's followers invaded the City with their long skirts, tie-dyed t-shirts, and head scarfs.
As I passed the docks and the Spinnaker Sailing School, I looked at Frankie's Java Hut with its garlands of Super Bowl flags surrounding the patio, leftovers from the weekend's celebrations. On Saturday before the Super Bowl at Embarcadero Plaza, Bill and I joined hordes of people walking in Patriots or Seahawks gear, including T-shirts, hats, jackets, and special shoes. We stood out with our normal black, city attire as even fans from other teams, not playing in the big game, came dressed in their team's gear.
Everyone looked for a connection to the game. They stopped at the scent-immersion experience at the Old Spice trailers, had their photos taken at the large Heart at the cable car turn-around, or went all the way to Moscone Center for the full-on Super Bowl celebration.
San Francisco, a port city, has always had a long history of diverse populations, who have received both positive and negative reactions at their arrival in the City. Usually, diversity equates with ethnicity or language differences, but clothing and cultural interests are other diverse populations too. Last weekend on the Plaza I found a super example of diversity in San Francisco.
"Together, we are America." Bad Bunny
Friday, February 6, 2026
BIRDS' NESTS AND VALENTINE'S DAY
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| Watercolor flowers inside heart-shaped cookie cutter |
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| Quilted hanging with stitched heart details |
Friday, January 30, 2026
TWO WORLDS NEVER COMPLETE
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| Draft of new version |
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| "Embrace Life" by M. Slavin |
I switched, to Shahn's alphabet, my favorite, quirky lettering. I had studied Shahn's style and read his book, Shape of Content long ago. He, like so many artists, felt deeply about events that occurred in his lifetime and his works reflect that concern. We can think of other artists, such as Jim FitzPatrick, who designed the Che Guevara poster, and Shepard Fairey, who created the Obama and Harris posters in a similar style, and many others who put a stamp on the events that trouble or electrify the whole world.
Reworking this image reminded me that a piece of artwork is never really finished, just put aside for a while, like the circular nature of history. The painter JMW Turner would walk into a gallery showing his work, and paint over parts that he didn't like. When I paint in watercolor, I usually find a good part in any painting, but sometimes the rest I paint over with white gesso, leaving the exposed part ready for further development.
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| Gesso over Watercolor , unfinished |
Sometime that piece will sit for a long time until something will click, and will develop into something entirely different from the original. I think of people trying to whitewash our history now and know that the all sides of the story need to be recorded and repeated so that we can learn from our mistakes as well as honor our best actions and beliefs.
Check out Shepard Fairey's work here:
https://www.artnet.com/artists/shepard-fairey/2
Ben Shahn here:
https://www.wikiart.org/en/ben-shahn
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Words spoken by Alex Pretti at the deathbed of a patient at the VA hospital:
Yesterday, after Alex Pretti’s death, the son of a man Pretti had cared for at the VA hospital published a video of Pretti speaking at his father’s deathbed. “Today we remember that freedom is not free,” Pretti said. “We have to work at it, nurture it, protect it, and even sacrifice for it. May we never forget and always remember our brothers and sisters who have served so that we may enjoy the gift of freedom. So in this moment, we remember and give thanks for their dedication and selfless service to our nation in the cause of our freedom. In this solemn hour, we [give] them our honor, and our gratitude.”
Friday, January 23, 2026
VIEW FROM THE BAY
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| Heart within the Fairmont Hotel, part of San Francisco's Heart Project |
I thought of my lack of skills learning other languages. I spent three years in Japan in a weekly class to learn one of the world's difficult languages, which include Russian, Chinese, English, Hungarian, and every other language on the planet to me. I'm not an auditory learner and do best when I can read or write as well as listen. It wasn't until the last six months of the third year in Japan that my brain was able to distinguish one Japanese word from another. I could read some of the kanji by then and could get around in a taxi. (Please stop here: "Ko ko de to me te ku da sa i." ) Bill and our son took lessons too. We used to joke that Theo had the perfect accent, Bill could speak Japanese, and I could read the subway signs. Our level of Japanese was the equivalent of a three year old Japanese child.
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| Heart sculpture in Jackson Square, San Francisco |
Bill picks up languages quickly because he isn't afraid to make mistakes and just barrels through. While we were in Paris, he understood French better than I did, even though he had studied German in high school. We wondered why he had taken German back then. Similarity to English? Difficulty and a challenge? Girl Friend? Science Related? though he was a math major not a science major.
I chose French because of one of my grandfathers, whose heritage was French and who spoke a rusty French Canadian version. I took two years of French in high school and repeated the same two years in college, while not improving my speaking ability. I could read French though and surprisingly, retained more of French than I expected when we moved to Paris. Yet my French teacher there soon realized that my ability to develop conversational skills in French was limited. I was better at the written word, and she gave me essays to write along with trying conversations with her. The one phrase I learned quickly, "Desole. Je ne parle pas beaucoup francais," (I'm sorry. I don't speak French very well) helped me navigate my neighborhood more easily.
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| Heart sculpture inside Bank of America office |
My obvious difficulty in picking up a language reminds me of people who say, "I can't draw." I tend to discount those ideas because they are automatic responses learned in childhood. But then, I realize I have the same response about learning a language or doing math. My math skills dropped considerably when I reached Algebra. I lost interest and didn't spend time studying. I remind myself of my own responses when I listen to someone say they can't draw. Rather than saying, "Oh, yes, you can. It's a skill, not a talent." Now I say instead that learning to draw is a skill that takes practice. Learning to draw should be fun. If it isn't, find something else that inspires you. I have to tell myself the same thing about other languages. I am still thrilled when I understand a word or two while hearing a native French or Japanese speaker, but unless I move to another country, their conversation will be beyond me.
As the boat made its way to Sausalito, we watched as people lined up along the side of the boat to see San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge from the bay side, which is beautiful sight to see even for those of us who have seen it many times. We all had our cameras/phones in hand aimed at the view while speaking excitedly to each other in English, French, Polish, Chinese, and four or five different languages. As I looked at the beautiful view, I knew what the others were talking about without understanding a word of what they were saying. I thought how seeing something beautiful can tie us together even without a common spoken language.
Friday, January 16, 2026
A RAINY OR SNOWY DAY CHALLENGE
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| "A" by M. Slavin |
Have you ever looked carefully at an illuminated manuscript from the Middle Ages? Using some of the techniques mastered by the monks from the Middle Ages might help to slow down the world around us.
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| Lindesfarne Manuscript |
The monks who created these pages were early graphic designers who filled every inch of the page. They drew intricate, fascinating designs including patterns such as Celtic Knots, natural objects such as leaves, flowers, fanciful humans and animals, and often some gilding to make some areas of the design pop out. They made woven patterns such as the Celtic Knots that seem easy to draw until you try one.
This past year in calligraphy circles, the works of these monks and more modern monks such as Father Catish are trending. People are learning alphabets from the Lindesfarne Manuscript. Others work on filling the spaces inside and around a single letter with the same kind of fantastical designs on an illuminated manuscript. The monks spent hours each day bent over their work. We could learn something from this slow process.
To start, try making Celtic Knots. The knots take some concentration to master. Supplies are easy. You will need a piece of graph paper with at least ¼ inch squares, a pencil, an eraser, and patience. I learned how to do these knots from Friends of Calligraphy members, Sara Lewis Cortes and Sara Loesch-Frank. I am still working on mastering the process.
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| Doodles similar to Zentangle squares |
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| A simplified letter colored with watercolor pencils |
Watch Clarissa Granti's YouTube demonstration on how to make a Triskele Triple spiral:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8luJDecaKw
Check out the calligraphic work of Father Catich here:
https://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/digital/collection/Catich
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