This post is about our Wednesday afternoon adventure. After lunch we hopped into the car and headed off to Berze-la-Ville. Our first stop was at Chateau de Berze. According to the brochure I picked up, it is an “imposing medieval fortress overlooking vineyards in Lamartine’s valley. Built between the 13th and 15th centuries around the

Translation: Hi Mom. Hi Dad. Look what I made!! My sister, Diane, tells me that my mother and father are checking this blog everyday. It’s the only way I am keeping in touch with them at the moment. So, everyone, excuse me while I address them personally: Mom & Dad, I love you and I

This post will be a short one because I really MUST get into the studio and make some art. After all, this trip is all about me teaching other people to make art while traveling!! Sunday morning I spent several hours writing this blog. Then Margaret and I sat at the dining table for a

Blue skies and sunshine ended on Friday night and thunder, lightening, and pouring rain began. Loud cracking and steady drumming sounds kept me awake long into the time when I needed to be sleeping. I have to admit, I was concerned that the rain would be unrelentless and would deter guests from attending my Saturday

Thursday morning I spent a good bit of time writing the post for the first 2 days in Verquilleux, then some time in the studio. After yet another lovely lunch by the pool in the sunshine, Margaret, Ken and I drove to La Clayette to buy provisions for our contribution to the evening meal: cheese,

Sorry to say, I neglected to take any photos of the airports, buses, and trains and train stations that made up my Sunday night and most of Monday trip. But I am pleased to say that it all went far more smoothly than I feared it would. The flights from Boston to Rekjavik and from

Since Carl and I will be separated for two months, we decided to spend a weekend alone together in Boston before I fly out of Logan Airport. Saturday we visited the galleries in the Harrison Ave/Thayer St Neighborhhod and the galleries on Newbury St. Many we’re closed, August isn’t the best time for seeing art.

First, I’d like to direct you to the website of the Cultur’Cafe in Ozolles, France where I will be exhibiting my work at the end of this month: culturcafe.blogspot.com. It’s in French, of course. Once, when I was finding this sight, I also found a button that allowed me to translate it. Warning: the translation

Before I begin my France story, I want to say a few words about this blog. This is my very first blog and it has been an experience with a truly steep learning curve – and I am still learning. I wouldn’t have made it this far without my main techie, Carl, who also happens