Myrna Leigh Cohn

I, too, used to use the word “bashert” because my mother did and my grandmother did. To my friend, Marge: There are times when we may want to believe it couldn’t be anything else but “meant to be“; when a series of events and the outcome fit together like hand and glove. It can be [...]

Yesterday,  a frigid Sunday in December,  I decided it was time for me to resume painting. It’s  been several weeks since I put palette knife to canvas;  so,  I had to go through the  process of setting up my space, beginning with covering the floor with a green oil cloth. Next, I laid out my tubes [...]

OK… Here I am, breaking through the blank white page phobia. That’s all it takes. Two strokes and I’m back in the swing of things. Today I write, tomorrow, I paint. I used to think that painting and writing were functions of opposite sides of my brain; i.e., when I am writing, I am working [...]

Yesterday, I had the joy of attending this art festival (ranked 5th Best Art Festival in the country). It was, without a doubt the most exciting art festival I have ever attended and just for the record, information about it can be found at www.naplesart.org. I went there to see what other people are creating [...]

Today, I returned to my easel; lo and behold, that 20″ x 20″ canvas was still there. I had hoped that someone might have tip-toed in (during the night or this morning while I was out at yoga) and whisked it away! No such luck; the challenge still stood. “I’ll give it another try,” I [...]

My husband, Garrett, and I have been in Naples for nine days and it wasn’t until yesterday that I began to paint. I always wonder at my resistance to something which is so satisfactory once I’m in the flow. I experience a push/pull reaction to commiting myself to a new canvas. I know this means [...]