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Friends and Neighbors/ links to other websites that interest me - Diana Maria Rossi  ⨕  A R T

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Diana Maria Rossi ⨕ A R T. Out of Tune in Color 2011-2014. 1999 through 2014 D.C. 1994 through 1998 D.C. (During Children). 1990 through 1993 B.C. (Before Children). The Course of My Life (C.V.). A Mosaicist's Lament (By Jove, The Blog). Love's Labours Lost and Found Virtual Pop-Up Shoppe. Moons over Shattuck" Berkeley, California Diana Maria Rossi 2014. HERE ARE SOME LINKS THAT I APPRECIATE AND ENJOY AND DEPEND UPON. In no particular order). Jo Ford http:/ www.joford-art.com/index.html. KCSM 91.1 FM...

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Arts & Consciousness Mentorship Program: Creating a Retreat- Mentorship with Robbyn Alexander

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Arts and Consciousness Mentorship Program. The Arts and Consciousness mentorship program. At John F. Kennedy University. Provides a transdisciplinary model for self-directed students to investigate, research and develop specialized techniques, skills and capacities in conjunction with a creative practice or project. Mentorships may include experiential exercises, supervised research, assigned readings, studio visits, critiques and/or individualized training, as determined by the student's.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Monday, February 10, 2014. The snow is melting and has become a sea of slush. I tiptoe and slosh and try to maintain balance. What had frozen rigid has melted in a flash and flooded everything. We weren't prepared, aren't prepared. My feet slop through the muck on the streets. Everything is slick and soft and yielding. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: August 2015

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Saturday, August 8, 2015. Last week I glimpsed through the narrow crack between two large metal doors on the third floor of the Museum— the Museum:. Capitalized, as was our custom—and saw emptiness. The place that once was the resource center is now an empty room, only the streams of light coming in the angled windows, the quiet. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Don't grieve. Anything you lose comes round.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: September 2014

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Wednesday, September 24, 2014. Once, I wanted to trace the flight patterns of birds on paper, macro and micro—30 seconds, a lifetime. I made them up in short bursts of thread, of ink, tracing their way across paper. Do their movements across the sky, the continents follow those same patterns of tributaries, bark, the veins of a leaf, the veins beneath my own skin? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). From cell t...

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Wednesday, September 24, 2014. Once, I wanted to trace the flight patterns of birds on paper, macro and micro—30 seconds, a lifetime. I made them up in short bursts of thread, of ink, tracing their way across paper. Do their movements across the sky, the continents follow those same patterns of tributaries, bark, the veins of a leaf, the veins beneath my own skin? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: March 2013

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Saturday, March 9, 2013. Five minutes to five. A subtle lilt of judgement or dismissiveness in her undertone. Alright, then I'll have a pale ale. He says, and shudders a little when she tells him it'll be four dollars. He digs through his pocket, hands her a bill, and carefully refolds the change with trembling hands and tucks it back in his pocket. I ask when his wife died. January twenty-second. From ...

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box: February 2014

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Monday, February 17, 2014. Monday, February 10, 2014. The snow is melting and has become a sea of slush. I tiptoe and slosh and try to maintain balance. What had frozen rigid has melted in a flash and flooded everything. We weren't prepared, aren't prepared. My feet slop through the muck on the streets. Everything is slick and soft and yielding. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Now drinks wine and honey mixed.

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From Unmarked Box to Unmarked Box

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The ramblings and ruminations of an artist/thinker/maker/teacher/writer/feeler, and your fellow human. Thursday, October 2, 2014. I packed for rain: sweaters and books, a bag of dry lentils for making soup, cinnamon-infused brandy for hot toddies, slippers, movies. and every day the sun has burned through, the sky bright and blue. October, and I found myself lying on a sheet on the beach, skin bared to the sun, napping, reading, eating potato chips, drinking beer. Metaphor for all that is my life. Part o...