Grand Army Plaza

No matter where I go, I always visit the libraries. It is in my blood since I've worked as a designer/consultant/manager in libraries for the past years. There is a Brooklyn Branch a block away from where I am staying. Like anyone in new place, I got lost the first day and I went to the library for directions and to find out what was going on in the community. They were very helpful. Today, I went to the Central Library, which is across the street from Grand Army Plaza and Prospect Park. The last time I came to Brooklyn, this is the area I pretty much stayed in. It is very beautiful and I felt so comfortable there.

I walked in and sat at the cafe to have the first cup of coffee I've had since leaving Detroit. After about fifteen minutes a lady came up and asked if she could sit with me. Of course I said sure. We talked for about ten minutes and she smiled and said "You are very nice." She is a native of France and moved to New York 20 years ago and have found it difficult making friends. Just recently she lost her husband too, which has made having friends more important. So, on Monday, if all goes well, we will meet again at Grand Army Plaza and have lunch. I guess I am sharing this to say that libraries are more than places filled with books. They are places filled with real people, real stories and experiences. And in two days time two different libraries have comforted at least two different human beings, me being one. The other reason I am sharing this is to say, what better place to have a nice lunch with someone than Grand Army Plaza.

Yellow Cab

I tried to avoid using a yellow cab on my trip here to Brooklyn, but had to break down and use one on the first day. I made plans to be picked up by an executive car (fancy huh?) from La Guardia airport to Bed-Stuy Brooklyn. I paid for it ahead of time online. I thought I was being very proactive, but what it turned out I was being was…jipped. They never came. I ended up sitting at the airport for three hours until my ego collapsed and I got in that yellow cab.

Here is the good of this. While I sat in the airport and while I was going through the little adventure of leaving the airport, the people there were kind. They were honest and kind. They told me that most likely those executive car "people" will not be back. They got their money and they are on to the next. They also told me the best way and cheapest way to get from the airport using a yellow cab.

Lastly, the cab driver was very kind. I told him that I had never been in that part of Brooklyn. He pulled over and let me call someone  to get directions and he sat and took the directions down before taking off. The fare ended up being around $30. Not bad. The kindness was priceless. Welcome to Brooklyn NY.


This week, I moved my last boxes out of my loft and have, for the past several days been bouncing around from one family member house to another until I figure out what is next. There is a freedom to not having a home per se. For instance, this new found freedom is allowing me to go to Brooklyn for a few days. I usually have these elaborate plans for my travels, but not this time. This experience with my home has taught me to be a-okay about not planning sometimes. The only thing I hope this trip to do is jumpstart me and inspire me to live a life that is a little less planned and more intuitive.  

This year has been so full of unplanned changes for so many people in my life. The change is so massive that it has been hard to even react to it sometimes. The best reaction has been, for myself and my friends and family, no reaction. To kinda let the wind take us to the next experience.  I think we all feel that our change in our lives are a part of a larger change that is happening everywhere. The world is shifting and the things that I am experiencing and even you are experiencing are part of that change.

My desire is that the change that is happening in my personal life and to the world is a shift to a more positive and loving place. Many of us want that and I think we are holding our breath as we all turn this corner together. I say if you are one of those people holding your breath, let it go and experience this shift at its full force.

Little Women Become Part of Colorful Women

I love books and love reading books, but for years, I have wanted to use the pages of a book to create some of my artwork. I hadn't done it up to this point because it as so difficult for me to rip pages out of a book rather it was used on new. While I was packing last week I found myself putting books aside to give away. Then a light bulb went off in my head. These books will become the first sacrificed for my art. Here is what I've done so far. Very basic stuff, but this is where I have to start.

I used a favorite novel of mine, "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott. I thought it was kinda fitting to use it for my little women drawings. I hope this will take me on a new path for my art. I have gotten over ripping up books. I am looking for the next one to shred.