Little green boots: rorschach test (of sorts)

"Looking past" the most evident details is not something that I love doing because it's ooooh so 'alternative', cool & groovy...I simply can't help me.
In the painting above my eyes always go (first thing) to check if the little green boots of the performer (after all, Folies Bergere was about performance, too - drinking helps to enjoy the rest) are still hanging in there.

Case in point: who is she?

Here's one of the faces/discoveries that made my day today.
A hint: how about a drink at Folies Bergere?

On teaching & learning: art educartion never ends

I am often asked why I quit teaching & my answer only makes perfect sense to those who have taught, too: I loved teaching, I was a creative teacher who managed to learn a lot from her students, but still, it wasn't enough.
I wanted to learn more & create much more.
But old habits die hard: so now that I am into something different, I can't abbandon art research (that is, always looking for new images, either totally ignored or just forgotten by me).
And the next step is my desire to share it with the others.
After all, one Pearlsboreme core ideas is that you can tell a story about what you wear...

It's the hormones: all I want is...

...Flowers (almost like in that old Bill Clinton joke).
I've never been color-shy but these days I am craving color. So my recent flower-obssession is well & alive.
Looking forward to intoxicating myself this week-end trying out some new sprays. Feel excited like a little child with a new toy. A child I never was.
Better late than never?

Alternative transport? Let's fly!

As a long-time ('long', really?) Chicago resident I am aware that the city's nickname - the 'windy city' - has nothing whatsoever to do with the actual wind, but it' been really windy these past couple of days. A true Chicago welcome for me.

So on top of reading about latest food trends (0 trans fats everywhere!!! I honestly wish to find anything, anything at all, that has some trans fats!) I wish we could get alternative transport the way I always wanted: flying.

I wanted a flying carpet when I was a little girl, then a private jet (as you grow older, your taste gets more sophisticated) & then I did skydiving and 'settled' for the simple pleasures of flying with your own wings...

Here are a couple of flying ladies brought to you by Goya.

And I am off soon to 'fly' along our beautiful Lake.

The cure for boredom is...curiosity. But there's no cure for curiosity

This yawning man by Brueghel is absolutely... contagious, yes, almost. Beautifully done for sure.

While looking for quotes on boredom recently (to make our Facebook profile as un-boring as possible, without being primitive, bien sur!) I found many good ones, but one jumped at me right now & you will understand why if you read the posts below.

"Probably the difference between man and monkeys is that monkeys are merely bored, while man has boredom plus imagination" (Lin Yutang).

On blindness

Until today I was blind. Or rather: my inner eye, that of my imagination, was functioning properly but it, too, needs help to perform even greater miracles.

So when today my laptop finally died & I switched to my friend's top-notch computer.... oh boy, what a difference that made for my work.

Size matters, so do colors, sharpness, space. Everything became more...intuitive (yes, this buzzword is absolutely correct!)

I feel like I can do great things...