When Writers Hate Words and Painters Hate Paint. Words have been my dearest medium since my childhood in a Welsh home where the English language. The vocabulary in the piece may be as simple as Ernest Hemingway. What can be more painfully frustrating and galling for writers who take their work seriously than sensing there is a word that will express. I maintain on shelves massive loose-le.

After a seven hour train journey, we found ourselves back in Melaka, a wonderful place that we have visited before.

A weaving family in oaxaca, mexico. It was the lure of their mission to preserve the use of plant and insect dyes, techniques that date back more than a thousand years in the indigenous Zapotec tradition. Alebrijes of oaxaca, mexico.

For and by gifted, talented and creative adults. Gifted and picked up at the beach. Aug 8th, 2012 by Christopher J. When combined with hyper-sensitivity the results can be painful. In fact, they can almost be self-defeating. A glorious invitation to blend into sea, sand and sky. The sky was the translucent watercolor blue of the northern hemisphere. The air was cool and clean.

From some of my tiny pocket sketchbooks. always a joyful and comforting visit. Flying free of all the madness, magical hummingbirds reminds me of the incredible beauty in our world.

A présent je suis capable de parler des expériences paroxystiques sans peur et sans masque.