"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 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 |
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