We're finally in our own Berkeley home after five months, after some rather luxurious, if unplanned, couch-surfing at relatives and friends homes since mid-August. Our actual Paris stay lasted only two months of the time, much shorter than our typical sojourn. It seems like we've been away forever.
On our arrival in the Bay Area we spent a week at my sister and brother-in-law's house until our tenants skedaddled and we were able to move home. Pleasant as it was to wake in the morning and share a cup of coffee with my much-missed sister, we couldn't wait to get home, take a bath in our huge tub (we don't have one in our Paris life) and get into our very own bed. Ahhhhh.....
The skies are blue and the sun shining, the temperature cool by Berkeley standards but mild by ours now. We have been seeing friends for meals at our favorite restaurants and flicking through television channels trying to find anything interesting, with little luck. Feels like old times.
My multi-talented friend Paulette Traverso had a show of her artwork this month at Jimmie Gallery in Berkeley. I had heard about what she was doing but hadn't seen any of the work until last week.
Old portrait photographs are the base for meditations in ink and etching knife and are shown mounted on antique photo pullers. Paulette comes to "know" the people in the photos and her work seems to be an expression of connection between herself and them.
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