tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18661261524728740682024-03-05T08:40:08.110-08:00Cathey R. Bayless, ArtistCathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-83784970660221132552017-11-27T06:32:00.003-08:002017-11-27T06:32:58.909-08:00To Joyce Christmas 2017<br />
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Psalm 131 – “I have set my soul in silence and peace, like a child in his mother’s arms.” <br />
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My fondest memory from when I was three years old is sneaking out of bed in my feetie pajamas to sit outside Mom and Dad’s bedroom door to listen to them talk to each other.<br />
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“Ernie LeVan opened up a new Citgo uptown.”<br />
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”I guess Herman Bechtel will be driving the school bus.”<br />
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Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-58388135773763110772016-05-01T18:48:00.000-07:002016-05-01T18:48:53.466-07:00Midwinter - Short Story<br />
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Mercurial. Subject to sudden or unexpected changes of mood or mind. I suspect the word came from the Roman god Mercury, the Greek god Hermes, who, as I remember, was mercurial. <br />
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People often wondered how Ana could have stayed married so long to that man who was so mercurial. He would come rushing into the room full of life, full of plans, full of ideas. He would tell her how he wanted to conquer the world of finance, which was the final subject he had decided to major in. His final major because that was the subject for which he had the most credits. Just when he started to explain the paper that would complete his requirements, he stopped in midsentence, fell back in his easy chair, and brooded for an hour. He put on his coat and went to his apartment. He saw her again the next morning as though nothing had happened the night before. Nothing any different ever happened in that his mood always was capricious and unpredictable. However, there was one thing that was always the same: he always loved her. His changes were always motivated by his love for her. It meant so much to him that she was impressed by his knowledge. It made her happy that she would learn a new word or idea by what he showed her. <br />
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Ana, on the other hand, was phlegmatic. She often reminded Alan of the figurine his mother had kept on her vanity of the Georgian court lady: still and cool in a sumptuous blue gown and pearls. He would never figure out how Ana always kept her nails impeccably manicured, yet he never saw her fussing with her nails<br />
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The solicitude expressed by Alan toward Ana most impressed Dora, though she was taken aback by and never got over his impulsiveness; she was impressed by his perspicacity and would go on and on to everyone she met how pleased she was that he would be marrying her daughter. <br />
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Dora, Alan and Ana sat about the little table in Dora’s kitchen. She poured each of them a glass of white wine. Dora loved a glass of white wine before going to bed, but tonight Alan and Ana dropped in for a visit. So unusual, but she loved seeing them. Ana had been so happy since having taken up with Alan. Alan was funny. He reminded her of Eddie in “Leave It To Beaver.” He was so kind. He was so polite. He was so attentive. But thus far she had seen no mischief in him. He obviously wanted to love her because Ana loved her. She had raised Ana when Ana’s mother could not.<br />
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“I want to marry Ana, Mrs. Marsh.” Alan took Ana’s hand in his. His thumb rubbed against hers, creating a still life setup except his thumb was not still. It was quiet. It was love.<br />
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“That makes me very happy, kids. Why don’t you call me Dora. That’s okay now. I never got used to little children calling me Mrs. Marsh or Ma’am. I know they’re being respectful, but my friends all call me Dora.”<br />
Dora looked at her own hands in front of her. She realized she was as old as her own grandmother had been when she herself had given birth to Ana’s mother.<br />
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Alan and Ana have each other.<br />
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Their baby died. For days she had been crying, crying all night. Why don’t you just curse God and die? Ana slumped into her pillows and wept to herself. Wept silently. Wept because there was nothing else to do. Why don’t you just curse God and die? Okay, I will. I will curse God from the bottom of my heart, from the soles of my feet, through the top of my head. I feel my head will burst. All I can do is scream. How could this happen to me, God? Everything was so perfect. Everything was going so well. It just doesn’t make sense! The new mother in the apartment next door had the audacity to walk her baby every morning. Doesn’t she know she can’t do this to me? She can’t be happy. Not now. Not in front of me.<br />
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Alan ran out of the apartment and sat on the stool in the nearby coffee shop. He did not hear the man behind the counter who asked him what he wanted to drink. The man noticed Alan was not there to talk. How many minutes? How many hours? Was I supposed to go to work today? Of course not. They wouldn’t expect me to. But I guess I’ll have to make funeral arrangements or something. Something. But maybe they don’t do that for a baby only a few days old. I will have a service for her. It would comfort Ana. He remembered Ana and decided he must go to her. He distractedly placed eighty-five cents in change on the counter, stopped to rub away some still water, and left the coffee bar to go to Ana.<br />
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I’ve always thought the bare branches of the winter trees beautiful. Especially when the ice forms on them – like they’ve been dipped in molten silver. Everyone tells me I’m the only one who feels this way. They are beautiful. They tell me that all is lying in wait for the budding spring. It is cold now. We suffer now, but in the spring the buds will burst forth, and will surprise us with the promise of our questions answered. Joy. Real joy. Thank you, God, for ever having given us little Amelia for a little while.<br />
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Alan walked back into their small apartment. There he saw Ana slumped over the table. Her arms sprawled in front of her, her hair a mass of iridescent curls. He loved her so much he literally felt the pain evident in her very being, manifest in her own heart. He went over to her and gently pulled her shoulders toward him. At first she resisted, so deep she was in her own sorrow. <br />
He said to her, “I’ll never leave you again.” <br />
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She was not sure she had heard him. She looked up at him. He was a blur through her tears. “What did you say?” <br />
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“I promise… I’ll never leave you again.” <br />
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“I don’t understand.” <br />
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He took her hands and pulled her up then walked her slowly over to their favorite chair. The one where she liked to sit in his lap. <br />
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“We have each other.” <br />
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She understood.<br />
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It was many years later. forty years later. Ana had just come home from the hospital where she had said goodbye to her husband <br />
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“Yes,” she said to him. “We have each other.”<br />
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It was midwinter again. Out the dining room window there were heaps of snow. The branches on the maple trees were heavy with snow. Periodically the silence would be broken by clumps of snow falling to the ground from the eaves of the roof. A bird hopped on her window sill and sang a pretty song telling her she would always have Alan. House finch or house sparrow? She remembered her dad when she was a little girl would point out to her “that’s a house finch. That’s a house sparrow.” But she could never differentiate between the two. She would always have her dad.<br />
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Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-29080809883761365522014-04-12T20:35:00.002-07:002014-04-12T20:35:50.910-07:00“To love means loving the unlovable. To forgive means pardoning the unpardonable. Faith means believing the unbelievable. Hope means hoping when everything seems hopeless.”<br />
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― Gilbert K. ChestertonCathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-3625855745039431592014-02-18T20:02:00.000-08:002014-02-18T20:02:04.301-08:00Now if I could just figure out what I love . . . “Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life.”<br />
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― ConfuciusCathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-11092878106355072642014-01-12T22:04:00.000-08:002014-01-12T22:04:18.460-08:00Found Still Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvY2OfYJ8weKEL8Oxq6hHAGCGwm4bFfYVr1RItu_MrmVkDIPUQWQzXOE0-h5TWAaaL-g1OaPQTx-UMDUmFdPqGEr3IQLgmWNlB9SMTGiv1iVuq8QFIkV8wf11A-HP2a9GKQF3mTq8sMHyQ/s1600/Jan+12+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvY2OfYJ8weKEL8Oxq6hHAGCGwm4bFfYVr1RItu_MrmVkDIPUQWQzXOE0-h5TWAaaL-g1OaPQTx-UMDUmFdPqGEr3IQLgmWNlB9SMTGiv1iVuq8QFIkV8wf11A-HP2a9GKQF3mTq8sMHyQ/s320/Jan+12+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The assignment was to take a walk around my neighborhood and find something that doesn't belong there.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-40841394576511992312014-01-09T23:23:00.000-08:002014-01-09T23:23:42.796-08:00Studio as Still Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb_A4k8BqYObLiCW4Qy3SbfsIJph9zGKN4ajz31bZkJVSV69YiKD9q38Y7IcYSijzYl-wWQQqC0pYSDo8hfTarbumOkw4Dq4yp_EcvECyYvBVd9vt4PpUgZIJRobig67HZii72aK09mat/s1600/Jan+9+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZb_A4k8BqYObLiCW4Qy3SbfsIJph9zGKN4ajz31bZkJVSV69YiKD9q38Y7IcYSijzYl-wWQQqC0pYSDo8hfTarbumOkw4Dq4yp_EcvECyYvBVd9vt4PpUgZIJRobig67HZii72aK09mat/s320/Jan+9+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I was to paint my studio . . . otherwise known as the dining area. Alas, the coffee can is a bit slanted. I admit I did not analyze beforehand. I must remember that.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-12177426726263088162014-01-08T23:44:00.001-08:002014-01-08T23:44:24.542-08:00Still Life as Narrative<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAq85hoGunTbFeCobAz470kemSfzOGA_6mzmmUQNOyMM9wj90LB8zUdONE1Bi6VEYX9YGbsEoc0yWx7Cpupx6YWH1LNyMMvpVmr6Ohj-k9He9yumDuCoCxgDUsOYfqQQkFpofswXh5iyn/s1600/Jan+08+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlAq85hoGunTbFeCobAz470kemSfzOGA_6mzmmUQNOyMM9wj90LB8zUdONE1Bi6VEYX9YGbsEoc0yWx7Cpupx6YWH1LNyMMvpVmr6Ohj-k9He9yumDuCoCxgDUsOYfqQQkFpofswXh5iyn/s320/Jan+08+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
This probably doesn't qualify as a true still life, but I chose an image that came to me from the lyrics of the George Harrison song, <i>Beware of Darkness</i>. "While weeping willow cedars, they just want to grow, grow and grow, beware of darkness."<br />
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I enjoyed making a chromatic black with scarlet and viridian green.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-27842970410984284662014-01-07T23:46:00.001-08:002014-01-07T23:46:32.810-08:00Texture<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OSstQTsZyqae_CxV7FFO0iBKJX9CfArajHj_mM1Y4yLcg8qtuMUs5BP79KVZP80VTkPVsVx1WN20t1xUr5zCd8ShsEAxw9EuABLEza1rJt6dsUEClzaLMeXrjVkqTxMX8uS9_-Tcvamj/s1600/Jan+07,+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OSstQTsZyqae_CxV7FFO0iBKJX9CfArajHj_mM1Y4yLcg8qtuMUs5BP79KVZP80VTkPVsVx1WN20t1xUr5zCd8ShsEAxw9EuABLEza1rJt6dsUEClzaLMeXrjVkqTxMX8uS9_-Tcvamj/s320/Jan+07,+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I need to pay more attention keeping the plumb line of the whisk and paste brush and other like objects with handles straight.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-20920028211285287942014-01-06T23:14:00.000-08:002014-01-06T23:14:55.335-08:00Space<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYWCvoEO-M9tCWZqcgL8QqGdjjNGj4q-33bLcX-z_3QmybnYP85p7W2-FxEi4vsHZvSbrljDr1iztU4uxY-sGwRh1Tb6Sv_P38Ea3crlL_0IoJvsLBSFdzzJu7zuyqPm8hMMIDXuHP-bw/s1600/Jan+06,+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAYWCvoEO-M9tCWZqcgL8QqGdjjNGj4q-33bLcX-z_3QmybnYP85p7W2-FxEi4vsHZvSbrljDr1iztU4uxY-sGwRh1Tb6Sv_P38Ea3crlL_0IoJvsLBSFdzzJu7zuyqPm8hMMIDXuHP-bw/s320/Jan+06,+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The idea was to choose three large objects and arrange them in space, the darker, smaller-appearing object in the background, the middle value bigger-appearing object in the mid ground, and the lightest, biggest-appearing object in the foreground. Even though I was getting tired and hated this painting while I was doing it, I liked it more when I quit painting and left it for a while.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-21998527549332551982014-01-05T23:16:00.000-08:002014-01-05T23:16:06.805-08:00Form<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4lF3DdNQLCv1-gLO5TdGZkpxI9G3ZtwknXhIUZtAw59tUYyddYE2GUg9movMyrUO6q60Xlyt6JWr4If2egFY6vaezjXEVBHYwEtKOjrGRz_Lyqcps9h2LaW7EF4A_dEv1lHISpmHupUi/s1600/Jan+05,+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy4lF3DdNQLCv1-gLO5TdGZkpxI9G3ZtwknXhIUZtAw59tUYyddYE2GUg9movMyrUO6q60Xlyt6JWr4If2egFY6vaezjXEVBHYwEtKOjrGRz_Lyqcps9h2LaW7EF4A_dEv1lHISpmHupUi/s320/Jan+05,+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
The drapery is improving, and the viewfinder continues to be a big help. The purpose of this exercise was to choose three or four objects of different shapes and perhaps include forms that seem to have no shape like smoke or water. I would have improved the jar of water by putting more brown behind the jar handle, though I did not see it when looking at it. In art school the teacher told us we were allowed to make the glass clear to show it is glass even if we don't see it in real life. Since I'm still learning with acrylic gouache, I want to practice incorporating other colors in the flat colors. I cut out from a magazine a Cezanne I admired that the white pitcher and dish were filled with other colors. I love it.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-63991593519734645982014-01-04T23:05:00.000-08:002014-01-04T23:05:52.384-08:00Shape<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPH5950Z_TzahkhL6xgA0LuX6ZwHwop1GS_2rjw9-qnqxrjsTS9QbNwgPMeh7uXd11kmkO1_PUE63ieFFkRPfTWMG7UhtOxVxjZGUPfE_X_wxVul2BSLBfN6jqve8k_OWbugh0iH4vWIZ/s1600/Jan+04,+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvPH5950Z_TzahkhL6xgA0LuX6ZwHwop1GS_2rjw9-qnqxrjsTS9QbNwgPMeh7uXd11kmkO1_PUE63ieFFkRPfTWMG7UhtOxVxjZGUPfE_X_wxVul2BSLBfN6jqve8k_OWbugh0iH4vWIZ/s320/Jan+04,+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I like this picture, and frankly, all the pictures, better live in person than in the jpeg scan. I like the ends of the two books in slip cases lost in the shadows. It really helped to use a viewfinder. Perhaps I should spend a little more time and finish the paintings by adding at least hints of the lettering on the books.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-79518133083613807402014-01-03T21:00:00.000-08:002014-01-03T21:04:09.149-08:00Color<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ad6DArHnd-0VcDj-TXav8KevJeO-Eki4LskWSUncfmZn43xGD0_WF4ce6nkOLsKs5eAqJxKn_fyWarcAvbLVcqOPh5nBf0vnvBa4XJgpforIkZr_nDEVBk_f1uQ8iTX5TFXyc97-7yFC/s1600/Jan+03,+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Ad6DArHnd-0VcDj-TXav8KevJeO-Eki4LskWSUncfmZn43xGD0_WF4ce6nkOLsKs5eAqJxKn_fyWarcAvbLVcqOPh5nBf0vnvBa4XJgpforIkZr_nDEVBk_f1uQ8iTX5TFXyc97-7yFC/s320/Jan+03,+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I've got to quit having little groups of little things in the middle of the support. Tomorrow I'm going to make a viewfinder and think a little more about cropping and composition. I'd never worked with acrylic gouache before and am becoming more at ease with it. I did like, however, using complementary colors to make the shadows.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-56370885839199192042014-01-02T19:53:00.003-08:002014-01-02T19:53:46.047-08:00Value<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLH2wO_wIrsv1EiWBTQ7T0guLiWgXve8yCwLxIQ3y8uZY9NYQgnE6cD1U31Mex2bFpmQZWX4cMmQ-1wmppWJDGhQKBepe3op6bcy87L5Zsu5ttsYZaiRE1WL1DKQRTzqQpboVlmZseiEl6/s1600/Jan+2+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLH2wO_wIrsv1EiWBTQ7T0guLiWgXve8yCwLxIQ3y8uZY9NYQgnE6cD1U31Mex2bFpmQZWX4cMmQ-1wmppWJDGhQKBepe3op6bcy87L5Zsu5ttsYZaiRE1WL1DKQRTzqQpboVlmZseiEl6/s320/Jan+2+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I like the roll of paper towels; that was a successful study in value. I need to practice more on drapery and eggs. It helped to take time to analyze what I have to do before painting.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-10460199806754378692014-01-01T21:20:00.000-08:002014-01-01T21:20:10.489-08:00Line<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVb0uHgH3KSsCF0-9bCstZ1SU7vDeJz0ST_wGC6eu3ZfYQuNVoUTaEkmpZOEbsefFi8f2rcwRZ3cHjt3_tiNY0mZcxlPjZbYSqvbhIYYCTgu42h06FHwqohu4O6BTkKvA9AaRlBgOuLRVU/s1600/Jan+01+2014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVb0uHgH3KSsCF0-9bCstZ1SU7vDeJz0ST_wGC6eu3ZfYQuNVoUTaEkmpZOEbsefFi8f2rcwRZ3cHjt3_tiNY0mZcxlPjZbYSqvbhIYYCTgu42h06FHwqohu4O6BTkKvA9AaRlBgOuLRVU/s320/Jan+01+2014.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I started a book called <i>One Painting a Day</i> by Timothy Callaghan. What I learned from this painting is to take a minute before painting to analyze, point out to myself, to remember I am right-handed and tend to paint lines uphill if I don't watch myself. I was reminded that the best way to start a piece when I was taking piano lessons was to stop and analyze the piece before playing: notice the key signature and the time.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-31752694449325318242012-11-01T12:25:00.000-07:002012-11-01T12:25:50.264-07:00Plans Swimming Around My Head Re Retirement:<br />
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1. Food Deserts in Oakland.<br />
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2. Start a Food Club.<br />
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3. Personal Chef.<br />
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4. 4-H style demonstrations for the community.<br />
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5. Urban Farming.<br />
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6. Restaurant.<br />
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7. Grocery Store.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-91794019582705186072011-07-23T20:55:00.000-07:002011-07-23T21:01:40.093-07:00My RetirementThis is my plan for when I retire:<br /><br />(1) Apply to the senior community where Tralee McGill lives. There is a one-year waiting period and I must be 62 to live there.<br /><br />(2) Give Sharon three months' notice when I'm moving to the senior community.<br /><br />(3) For three months attend the Benedicta Riepp program at the community in Erie, Pennsylvania.<br /><br />(4) If the community does not accept me as a sister, return to California and start a business as a personal chef, catering mostly to seniors. I think I could shop and cook for a week's worth of meals and label them and freeze them.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-3206800622283992402011-02-27T21:36:00.000-08:002011-02-27T21:38:09.757-08:00ReflectionsPart A: I feel I need to know more about formulating and implementing long-term strategic plans (Stacey, 2007). If I am to offer suggestions to Haiti's government on how to make inroads in rehabilitating Haiti, I need to know how to facilitate sustainability as leaders' purpose and mission (Senge, Smith, Kruschwitz, Laur, & Schley, 2010). I am looking forward to the research design course because I want to learn to incorporate sustainability in the measures I want to look at to employ Haitians.<br /><br />Part B: Portfolio of Visions (Senge et al., 2010). I always noticed when I grew up in a small rural community in Ohio, that there were farmers feeding the community. Around the farmers grew up small businesses serving the farmers: the granary, the butcher, the cannery, farm machinery sales, farm machinery service, veterinarians. There was the school educating the children of the town and the surrounding farms. In 25 years I see Haiti graduating children from schools and colleges starting businesses that serve the other businesses, businesses that recycle waste for other businesses, businesses that design zero waste systems for other businesses or communities, it is a system that grows on itself. With my Doctoral Study, I will submit my ideas to the Haitian government or perhaps an NGO or a missionary. Then, I see myself either employing a few individuals or facilitating their self-employment making hand-crafted dresses to be sold to Americans who would like to buy stylish clothes that would help Haitians; I see the social responsibility as being a positive marketing tool. The idea would be that the Haitians would earn enough money to send their children to school, which costs $400 a year in Haiti. Before the earthquake, Haitians typically made a $1 a day. Then I see forming alliances with individuals who could help promote organically, sustainably grown cotton or hemp farms which would supply the material for the hand-crafted dresses.<br /><br />References<br /><br />Senge, P. M., Smith, B., Kruschwitz, N., Laur, J., & Schley, S. (2010). The necessary revolution: How individuals and organisations are working together to create a sustainable world. New York, NY: Doubleday.<br /><br />Stacey, R. D. (2007). Strategic management and organisational dynamics: The challenge of complexity (5th ed.). Harlow, England: Prentice Hall.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-31372323951422946772011-02-27T21:28:00.000-08:002011-02-27T21:39:51.628-08:00Problem StatementTraditional commercial entrepreneurship entails the identification, evaluation, and exploitation of opportunities to incur profits. Social entrepreneurship entails fulfilling social needs through creative organization by individual entrepreneurs, existing entrepreneurs (both for-profit and nonprofit), or governments (Christie & Honig, 2006). When enterprises come into an underdeveloped country with a large center of employment, many times workers come into employment with the object in mind of saving in order to set up a small business of their own (Hoyt, 1962). The specific problem to be addressed is what strategy should the government of Haiti use to relieve the unemployment and displacement caused by the earthquake of January 2010.<br /><br /> This study will use a quantitative methodology consisting of a survey distributed to a representative collection of nongovernmental organizations (NGOs), businesses, and government agencies engaged in providing employment in underdeveloped countries. The focus of the surveys would be to determine what forms of employment were used, how permanent was the employment, how remunerative was the employment, the job satisfaction of the individuals employed, how much of the population was employed compared to the unemployment rate. This study will help the government of Haiti determine the most cost-effective way to aid the most people for the long-term.<br /><br />References<br /><br />Christie, M. J., & Honig, B. (2006). Social entrepreneurship: New research findings. Journal of World Business, 41(1), 1-5. doi:10.1016/j.jwb.2005.10.003<br /><br />Hoyt, E. E. (1962). A new diplomacy for underdeveloped areas. International Executive, 4(1), 21-23. Retrieved from Business Source Complete database.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-53776584752520963452011-02-14T20:57:00.000-08:002011-02-14T20:58:42.700-08:00Sacrifice of ThanksgivingI was reading Psalm 50 today and realized I could make my paintings an offering of thanksgiving.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-14170146521183005922010-11-05T20:10:00.000-07:002010-11-05T20:18:32.855-07:00Join a Religious Community?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9adQ5k0b0tpmQeprty26yg68ftxizIXHAisZNlYPVEuObM8MwgnD7U2M_yTIX6dAajS1nTjpQHC1uapa2BpqXq7_tSUiefq75tdr8QbYJ6l6Q-xO5fecM79oSfnZ83wTm32snWsBP8uT1/s1600/LastScan.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9adQ5k0b0tpmQeprty26yg68ftxizIXHAisZNlYPVEuObM8MwgnD7U2M_yTIX6dAajS1nTjpQHC1uapa2BpqXq7_tSUiefq75tdr8QbYJ6l6Q-xO5fecM79oSfnZ83wTm32snWsBP8uT1/s320/LastScan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536270794800064882" /></a><br />I've always wanted to join a religious community. Being a Protestant, my parents were Protestant, I never saw that as an option. Recently I've been in contact with four communities that accept women over 60. It would entail converting to Catholicism. I was divorced; it would require getting my marriage annulled, which I think is a possibility. I think this month I might start attending Catholic churches, at least one Catholic church.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-60564554549665727812010-10-10T13:06:00.000-07:002010-10-10T13:13:52.928-07:00My PurposeI was reading <span style="font-style:italic;">The Purpose Driven Life</span> by Rick Warren. He said in a chapter I read recently: "God intentionally allows you to go through painful experiences to equip you for ministry to others." I had a hard time trying to figure out how David's putting mescaline in my cheese sandwich then raping me equipped me to help others. Today it occurred to me that, however, David and the so-called boyfriends who successively treated me worse and worse did equip me to be a Suicide Prevention volunteer. I did volunteer with them in the past; I think when I get my car fixed, I'll volunteer again.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-70781202734860310462010-07-31T19:57:00.000-07:002010-07-31T20:10:16.554-07:00Problem StatementThis is my first draft, my very first attempt, at writing my Problem Statement, written last week at my Minnesota residency.<br /><br />"The 2010 earthquake caused xxx million Haitians to become unemployed, and Haiti already had a x% unemployment rate prior to the earthquake. In developing countries worldwide xx% found employment through microenterprise development and xx% found employment with established companies.<br /><br />"The specific problem to be addressed is which strategy most successfully reduced the unemployment figures in those countries?<br /><br />"The focus of this qualitative phenomenological study is to interview a purposeful sample of xxx to seek their perceptions in how Haitians might become employed. The business and social impact of this study is xxx."<br /><br />The last paragraph was supplied by Dr. Turner.<br /><br />The discussion with Dr. Millstone resulted in the following revision:<br /><br />"Pre-earthquake Haiti had x% unemployment. Post-earthquake, Haiti had x% unemployment. Other less developed countries (define less developed countries) reduced their unemployment rate using xxx strategies."<br /><br />Dr. Millstone suggested I am still in need of a problem. Dr. Millstone suggested I may be able to research the different strategies all online by the time I reach my 9000 courses. In my final doctoral study, in the Analysis and Recommendations section, I could suggest to the Haitian government what strategy(ies) would be good for Haiti.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-75992478360651406102010-04-25T17:16:00.001-07:002010-04-25T17:24:24.800-07:00Blood WeddingThis is Part One of a flamenco trilogy, the other two parts of which I had seen before. "Carmen" was the first film I saw, and I fell in love with these movies. A modern-day flamenco troupe acts out the story of Carmen. I subsequently saw "Bizet's Carmen," which was enacted by the same cast. It was marvelous. I then saw "El Amor Brujo," which, again, was excellent. I would give "Blood Wedding" four stars, but I was disappointed that there was not as much dramatic flamenco dancing as in the other two films of the trilogy. I had read Lorca's play some time ago, but I find it difficult to read plays and stage directions, even though I took acting lessons in the past and am supposed to look upon plays as an opportunity to create a role, develop character, and look upon them differently since I am in the know. I am glad Saura developed these trilogies, and they are very wonderful plays.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-40934620009209210262010-04-13T19:04:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:14:39.886-07:00The Hiding PlaceWhen I was watching this movie, the story of Corrie Ten Boom and her being sent to a Nazi concentration camp for hiding Jews, I was very aware of the arthritis in my legs. This past winter has been the worse yet for my arthritis; many people in Nazi death camps must have died just because of their aches and pains of being a little older. Betsy died because she was of delicate constitution. I watched the film on Sunday; my arthritis has gotten progressively better each day since then. I thank God for being able to walk up and down the stairs pain-free. That reminds me of the day I went to the "Art of Activism" talk at the Redford Center. My shoes had fallen apart and I had to wear boots for about a week that hurt my feet. I could hardly walk the day of "The Art of Activism," but my new shoes I ordered arrived that day. One of the people being honored that night had sent shoes to barefoot Peruvian Indians. My feet became progressively pain-free each day after the talk.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1866126152472874068.post-27506404202068807652010-04-09T21:03:00.000-07:002010-04-09T21:22:20.107-07:00The Phoenix<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NKbuKR_bEPhML4K_yMDdDv4ConVEofqQoSMpCHuIgaPpWYsQDVKruJ9J3KEykcxHIaJmDoqQeWtZPrxl4zbWUkgin_eu8cpMd0v7qMNGY5-1MjD449aB70mTsUPj0WZvqjhwjhM2XtXb/s1600/395700-R1-029-13_013.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4NKbuKR_bEPhML4K_yMDdDv4ConVEofqQoSMpCHuIgaPpWYsQDVKruJ9J3KEykcxHIaJmDoqQeWtZPrxl4zbWUkgin_eu8cpMd0v7qMNGY5-1MjD449aB70mTsUPj0WZvqjhwjhM2XtXb/s320/395700-R1-029-13_013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458355010989595618" /></a><br />I posted this painting on Craig's List. A guy at work suggested I do that. I don't know - no nibbles. Anyway, . . .<br /><br />"The Phoenix"<br />16"x20"<br />Oil<br />1998<br />$350.00<br /><br /><form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"><br /><input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"><br /><input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="TBFDTKZ28WSLU"><br /><input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_buynowCC_LG.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"><br /><img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1"><br /></form><br /><br /><br />Trouble usually comes in torrents - when it rains it pours. My mother had just died and I was in art school. Everything was going wrong, but I tried to paint a phoenix rising from the ashes. I was really pleased with the can of paintbrushes but decided to paint Jesus over the Mickey Mouse phoenix. Painting and Jesus are what got me through 1998.Cathey R. Baylesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15165187797392905925noreply@blogger.com0