tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58892447850415941082024-03-05T09:44:46.730-05:00Anastasia's Secret GardenThe Art, Food and Lyrical World of Folk Artist and Author, STACEY TORRESStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.comBlogger154125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-13855037247668409962021-09-01T16:05:00.001-04:002021-09-01T16:05:32.081-04:00Some of My ART 2020-2021Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-85761525526323862832020-12-28T10:31:00.000-05:002020-12-28T10:31:16.138-05:00Following That Star!2020 -- What can I say about 2020? Nothing that has not already been said. We have all suffered in one way or another, be it financially, medically, emotionally and mentally. Many of us have lost loved ones. Many of us ourselves have been seriously ill, broken and set in a place where we are afraid, uncertain and bitter. If you have not, then consider yourself further blessed than normal.I am no Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-77869302838363566712020-10-25T23:48:00.001-04:002020-10-25T23:48:47.649-04:00EuropaStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-24278416995562237132020-08-09T13:22:00.001-04:002020-08-09T13:22:30.217-04:00W I P Hand Painted Wine Bottle NightlightStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-11083572625001030682020-08-08T16:28:00.001-04:002020-08-08T16:28:45.460-04:00My Art on Your FACE MASKS on Teespring 2Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-57391604924057514442019-11-03T05:25:00.001-05:002019-11-03T05:25:12.982-05:00PUT GOD FIRST EVERYDAY - Morning Inspiration to Motivate Your DayStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-41544182976717329362018-01-21T08:20:00.002-05:002018-01-21T08:41:35.764-05:00MOVING ON INTO THE HERE
Because
I don't believe in making resolutions, I will not discuss or write
about them. Life changes by the moment, and sometimes setting
specific rules for one's life is not always practical or remembered,
for that matter. A friend messaged me the other day, and mirrored my
thoughts, stating, “When
you are at an age where writing New Year’s Resolutions seems
redundant at best...seeking wisdom Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-81308741215517346412017-11-27T09:25:00.000-05:002017-11-27T09:25:38.348-05:00When Dreams Come True In Miniature
MEMORIES OF CHRISTMAS 1962
“It has a light that really lights,
and a doorbell that really rings ...” I'll never forget those
words. It was 1961, and I memorized and chanted this sentence no less
than 200 times a day. They came from a TV commercial for the
“Marx-A-Mansion Dreamhouse®;”
a dollhouse made by the old Louis Marx & Company. From about 1918
to 1980, Marx manufactured several tinStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-74551949334047303392017-11-02T11:34:00.000-04:002017-11-02T11:36:14.860-04:00Healing Your Mind, Body and Soul Through Creativity
I
studied art in high school almost 50 years ago with dreams of being
an “artist.” At the time, I did not know what that meant,
and soon realized I was limited in my options. I put my brush away in
1974, and did not pick it up again until 2014, while witnessing my
mother's last days in Alzheimer's.
Angry
and afraid, and struggling with my frustrations, I began to paint
again for therapy and Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-58618042897208259862017-11-02T11:08:00.000-04:002017-11-02T11:12:29.721-04:00Safe Passage to Now
As I write this, I'm in bed under a
warm comforter with a hot cup of alfalfa tea, my laptop, and a fresh
case of strep throat. But, a friend called me the other day from New
York and told me that out of necessity, she was trying to get back
into the job market. She is close to 70. She had been a receptionist
for several decades, and retired for the last five years. Life
changes rather quickly, Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-56461565360620018452017-11-02T10:57:00.002-04:002017-11-02T11:02:22.195-04:00Strangers by Birth; Sisters Through Art
In the years before my mother became
seriously ill with Alzheimer's, she often brought up the subject of
what would happen to me once she was gone. How would I live, support
myself, who would I love, and who would love me? My answers were
always the same. I'll leave New Castle, and merely go back to work as
the legal assistant I had been for almost 40 years. I didn't even
consider real estate, Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-77059257377871744712017-08-08T11:11:00.001-04:002017-08-08T11:11:42.499-04:00Collaboration with VIDA by Artist Stacey TorresStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-15716090647322301952017-05-14T08:51:00.001-04:002017-05-14T08:51:15.027-04:00The Chattel Houses of Bimsha
The
Chattel Houses on the Caribbean island of Barbados are a common
sight, often taken for granted by those who reside there and see them
every day. Dating back to “plantation days,” these tiny two room
cottages were designed to be movable and transported when needed.
Approximately 12 x 20 feet, and made of wood (without using any
nails), they were positioned on concrete blocks, stones, or even Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-88567620540655251952017-05-14T08:26:00.000-04:002017-05-14T08:26:11.655-04:00What REAL Women Did For Each Other
March is
Women's History Month. We all hear the usual stories about
trailblazing women who made history doing something considered
remarkable for her time. This has been a tumultuous time for women
these last few years. Along with all of the protests, marches and
cries for equality, justice and respect, much of our own personal
history has been lost in the shuffle.
I think
about the woman myStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-12986209643679780242017-03-09T07:57:00.000-05:002017-03-09T07:57:14.655-05:00Embracing Gratitude Over Gravity
Yesterday (February 18), I drove to Indianapolis to visit a friend. The weather has been unseasonably warm the past week, yet I was really surprised when I spotted mounds of Tulip and Lily shoots coming up through the soil along side some Snow Drops. Those were not so much of a surprise, considering they and Crocus will bloom through the snow. But it's the early greening that has me concerned.
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-84837938397193531592017-02-25T09:54:00.001-05:002017-02-25T09:54:59.922-05:00I can't believe this happened to me
In July 2016, I was contacted by The
Janice Mason Art Museum in Cadiz, Kentucky inviting me to present a
solo art exhibit. Immediately, I understood the magnitude of this
offer. Giving a one-woman art show is amazing enough. But to be asked
by a museum is golden. As coveted as a gallery exhibit would be, a
museum show is the cream on the berries and is priceless on an
artist's resume.
I Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-39473970183042998012017-02-25T09:43:00.001-05:002017-02-25T09:43:24.858-05:00Soon He Will Be Home
The warm, savory aroma of a beautiful
turkey slow roasting in the oven gently coats the tiny kitchen with
warmth and security … comfort food. Only, it's not a turkey, but a
small, chicken in a foil pan with a few potatoes, carrots and onions
adorning the sides. It sure smells like turkey. But some moms are
just like that. They do what they have to do with what they have, and
make magic happen Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-90815295811739462142017-02-25T09:36:00.000-05:002017-02-25T09:36:03.349-05:00Being Thankful - It's Not That Hard
And
so, today is the first Sunday in Advent – or, the beginning of the
Advent Season, which runs until Christmas Eve. And then, we have the
12 Days of Christmas, which begin on Christmas Day through Epiphany
on January 6. Complicated? Not at all. If you put it in the context
of what it is, and not what it has become. In the merchandising
world, the Christmas season trumps everything from Labor Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-41592392009156654202016-12-11T10:33:00.001-05:002016-12-11T10:33:56.115-05:00Stone Love Art JewelryStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-38887843732100778032016-12-04T20:28:00.001-05:002016-12-04T20:28:58.635-05:00Geranium ManorStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-9271368759890212552016-11-18T10:35:00.001-05:002016-11-18T10:35:58.623-05:00Using a Winsor & Newton Deep Edge Artists' Cotton Canvas (Review)Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-55726405347615947102016-11-08T22:03:00.001-05:002016-11-08T22:03:27.548-05:00CANDID INTERVIEW WITH STACEY TORRES -FOLK ARTISTStaceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-11415453890379283542016-10-31T21:20:00.002-04:002016-10-31T21:23:34.214-04:00THIS IS WHERE IT HAPPENED ...
There's
a spot about the size of a quarter on my right shin that's very
tender to touch, and has been for the last 55 years. It comes from a
deep gash I got after I stumbled up some steps.
Earlier
this year, I wrote about my love for my late great aunt's ancient
Brooklyn brownstone where I spent my childhood summers. I shared all
the celebrations and sweet memories with you, and even painted a
Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-32569845243308704272016-10-11T10:44:00.000-04:002017-05-14T12:12:44.167-04:00MOORE'S ANGEL: My Final Gift To Them
As
you may know, my mother passed away in February 2015, and my Aunt
Thelma (her sister) died in 2010. Both were 91 at the time of their
deaths. I chose to have them buried side-by-side in a double plot,
and purchased a headstone for them shortly before my mother's
passing. I did not, however, make the final arrangements to add the
inscriptions, etc. It has been an extremely painful challenge Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5889244785041594108.post-78799740266223869182016-10-11T10:36:00.000-04:002016-10-11T10:53:05.863-04:00Don't Rush Your Endless Summer
Posted: Sunday, August 28, 2016 6:00 am
By STACEY TORRES - For The Courier-Times
This year, the autumn equinox will arrive on Sept. 22. Sometimes it occurs on the 21st or 23rd of September when the sun crosses the celestial equator. I don’t know where exactly that is, except that it’s in the sky and it’s supposed to match our equator here on earth. Of course, none of that Staceyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12490637817009608980noreply@blogger.com0