A week of Discovery

A lifetime of sights packed into a week.

So many new things still so much to learn.

Not sure my Ukrainian language skills are improving as much as my English language skills are diminishing. Words in both languages are constantly floating in my brain. I am never sure what will slip from my tongue through my lips.

People keep giving me cake. It is wonderful. I hope my increased walking will help keep me from out growing my limited wardrobe.

So far I have been to the Philharmonic, an art opening, coffee mine, book market and many art studios.

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I also have paid homage to many churches and shrines as well as admired several of the bronze monuments and murals.

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i found this sweet doll at the book market. So much more to see and discover. I am so fortunate to be here.


About Babs

I'm a narrative sculptor navigating her way through the ever-changing currents in what feels like an art ocean. Whether appreciating the calm rhythm of calls for art and exhibiting, or waiting to catch a big wave of inspiration to take me to the top. I just love being in the water. Formerly a pickle packer, theater major, crisis counselor and occupational therapist with a BA in Communications and a BS in Occupational Therapy, only to discover I've always been an artist. My work grows from a strong connection to people and a passion for discovering the beauty in ordinary things. I sculpt figuratively in clay, utilizing the female form and women’s themes. Frequently my inspiration is drawn from childhood memories and my own short poems. Like each of us as humans every work is uniquely influenced by the past and present and has a narrative.
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