Yes, New York again after a few years in Mexico. Imagine the continuation in a Chelsea art gallery.  The images are displayed - the field in Mexico, the street scene here in the city - enormous floor to ceiling  prints. As you turn  from wall to wall you can experience the organized chaos of both worlds - all in the →

 "The spiritual life surrounds us everywhere. We are the only thing that gets in the way." Dr. S.B. Garve My Grandfather's words are songs without music, if the music we know appears as light and shade, with color.  Feeling slate and stone, rough texture on my hands, I played amongst twigs and old leaves behind the stone wall where my mother's ashes →

My interview with the Times reporter was going well.  I didn't really give this all too much thought, since the 'cello was only a hobby for me, after all these years. "In the Scherzo, you seemed to give the theme a somewhat more involved interpretation, than my original impression of the Holzberg when I first heard it in Hamburg," the critic, →

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ZARRA My first car was a 1956 VW bug that had once been light blue.  I could tell because the almost totally white exterior showed traces of the original color in 1968 when my father proudly handed me the keys.  I loved her.  Her memory brings back the smell of the exhaust heater - a kind of pipe running directly to →

I notice some leaves need raking as I walk silently around the backyard of the decrepit but stately property in White Plains. Trying to leave my father’s house, feeling extreme discomfort and anxiety - yet unable to break away from looking one last time through the cabinets in the living room. Like a child finding treasures, hidden in the back →