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The Yakan Weavers of Basilan
If there was a place that I never thought I would get to visit, it would be Basilan. And yet I have been there twice now. Both times, I arrived with trepidation – never have I feared a place so much to lose sleep in the days leading up to my departure (at a certain…
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Gray Days
June is a rainy month. It officially marks the ending of the summer season, ushering in heavy clouds and saturnine skies. Yesterday, I was in a coffee shop when a loud clap of thunder made everyone’s heads turn up from their laptops and smartphones. It was the ending of a work day and already I…
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Late Bloomer
When I came home from Korea last week, I was pleasantly surprised to see this tall shrub with beautiful flowers hanging from its branches. I was struck by the pinkness of the leaf-like sepals that hung unfurled like open arms poised for an embrace. The thin branches spread upward and outward, but the clumps of…
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Faces
Now that I’m painting more often, I’m able to think about what subjects I really want to paint. And it occurs to me that I enjoy doing portraits. With watercolor, it is a real challenge to get the colors to blend and settle the way you want it. But I’m slowly learning that the medium…
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A Safe Place
I’m tempted to explain and expound on this article-that-is-not-really-an-article, to write down every step of my thought process – on why I’m posting a photo of a sketch of a teeny cup of coffee without a handle and what this “safe place” is all about. But to do so would defeat the purpose. The point…
Trish in Transit
The stories that happen between point A and B.
Trish in Transit 