Myrna Leigh Cohn

It’s been a bit too long since my last post.  How do I know? I know because now I have so many stories to tell, I don’t know which to choose.  In fact, my mind is swirling around in so many directions, I’m feeling dizzy. In addition, from a practical standpoint, if I don’t write [...]

The scourge of the writer…  it’s time to begin the story, but where? When? Who? How? For the visual artist, it’s “the blank white canvas,” stark, flat and looking very much like the white snow-filled scene outside my studio window on this January day. I may or may not know what my next subject will 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 [...]

It’s not that I heard a little voice in my head saying, “Myrna, knock it off for a while.” “No, I have been taking refuge in my left-brain self.” I have been avoiding writing, painting, dancing, singing……

This week, I had the opportunity to take a painting workshop from a world renowned pastel/oil painter, Urania Christy Tarbet from California. Click to Google her, if you are interested. The decision to attend was last minute as we’re in Naples, Fl. and I wasn’t planning to take art classes; however, when I saw the [...]

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 [...]

When I take myself to the place in the world where I am most me, most centered, most awakened, it is always along a shore, a wide-expanse of water going on forever with an open, ever changing sky as partner. It is there I come to be. Whenever I desire, I can be there –in [...]