It’s always the right time.

I began penning my response to Bill’s comment regarding my recent post, ‘Never a right time’, and realised that it constituted an essay’s worth of wordage, so I thought I’d post it instead as it also happens to be a fascinating discussion. The subject of prejudice will never get old unfortunately.   Not being terribly…

Never a Right Time.

Because I am a straight talking kind of a Chickie, I like to say things as I see them, which is quite apt considering the subject I am about to rant about. Actually I wrote the following as a response to a friend’s blog post about racism, a never ending well-spring of refreshingly good venting…

Is This True Art?

  The Hirschhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden is an interesting place in that it plucks you out of your comfort zone, and places you squarely upon the lap of the absurdly avant grade, otherwise known as Contemporary and Modern Art. Nothing wrong with that you might think, for an establishment such as this. Cylindrical in nature,…

Wherefore ‘Art’ Thou?

Art for me is something that evokes a visceral response, and as such, everything in my world therefore can be considered an expression of art. The following piece I posted originally on my poetry and introspection blog, but as it is, I thought it might make a good introductory post. The piece was sparked by…