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About brugosjart

I see the world from many different perspectives. My curiosity has taken me to many countries. I enjoy learning about other cultures. I create art with texture, color and form. Most often I make mixed media artwork. I admire the creativiity of others.

Day 10: Kimbark Chronicles, The Dining Room

Dining Room 1940s The Dining Room The dining room was the hub of activity for our house. Big dinners were everyday occurrences. By this time Ted and Jean Bloch had arrived to stay two weeks–that was a month ago.  Jean … Continue reading

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Day 9: The Red Sweater Twist

THE RED SWEATER TWIST Why do I feel these fingers pulling at me? Why are needles pushing at my strands? Who is doing this to me and why? I was just lying curled around myself like a slinking snake in … Continue reading

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Day 8: Entrances and Exits

ENTRANCES AND EXITS I fly through today to tomorrow. Do entrances /exits Take on special meaning? Way in / way out L’entrée / la sortie Departure / Arrival Depart / Arrivée The first time You enter a building, A room, … Continue reading

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Day 7: Give and Take, Take 1

  “Here, take this.” “No, you take that.” “Are you going to give up?” “Are you going to take up?” “Take up what? “Take up the cause?” “What Cause?” “What matters?” “What matters to you or what matters to me?” … Continue reading

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Day 6: A Man Who Lept onto the World Stage

In the lobby of the Prime Deluxe Balaji Hotel in New Delhi,  the wind swept in and delivered one wiry, handsome, remarkable man known as Ravindra   A broad smile spread over his face like the sun breaking out of … Continue reading

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Day 5: Fragments Flying in the Wind

Oh, it has fallen right in that pile of wet leaves. It’s fragments of some old paper. Maybe tissue paper. Whose is it? Wait, it is a letter from Christmas past. No, that is not possible. Pasts don’t write letters. … Continue reading

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Day 4: Lost and Found, Part 1

Sometimes you feel you have lost something really important in your life but in the end it provided the motivation to change. I remember a time in my life when I had moved to Honolulu to be with a new … Continue reading

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Day 3 Mood Indigo

“You ain’t been blue” is how it starts.  I recall as a teenager playing that record (a disk with grooves that when encountered with a special needle produced sound) over and over again.  I would dance and dance around the … Continue reading

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Day 2: The Beulah House Revisited

  My grandmother and her two sisters lived in the small town of Beulah, Colorado. Nora Annie England Challinor Thomson was an intellectual, talented woman who was always positive.  She had a deep sense of caring for all people.  My … Continue reading

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Free Write. Right?

Free write.  Free, right?  Is that really free?  I don’t have to pay for it.  Wow.  Is that the rite of free.  Free what?  Freedom, now that is a good concept.  We all don’t have it but aspire to it. … Continue reading

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