Posts by Connie Solera

In my years of teaching women I always come across these dear Beloveds who have been painting all their lives but they refuse to call themselves an Artist.  They feel that they are not worthy of such an honor, or that their work is somehow inferior to what an Artist would create. I’m always confused…

Seven years ago Hansel and I were busy carrying all our stuff down a narrow stair case and out onto the front lawn of our home in Cleveland.  Almost everything we owned sat vulnerable and exposed on that tiny patch of grass while people stopped their cars and mulled over, picked through, and negotiated selling…