by Scharlene Fulmer “Ciao!” I shouted to the gondoliers as they glided past, their passengers waving up to me as I stood on the balcony of my room in a beautiful old hotel on the Grand Canal. I sang along with their romantic songs while I watched the many gondolas traverse from one bridge to…
by Scharlene Fulmer “Bella, Bella! you are so bea-uuu-tiful! I kiss your hand! Avante….please come this way.” That was the greeting my friend Sammie received from the salesman as we disembarked the water taxi at the door of the glass factory in Murano. I followed Sammie, the salesman’s newest star, into the large factory along…
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about art. I’ve been painting large 4-foot by 4-foot canvasses covered with layers of electric, abstract colors, and each day that I can, I turn off the phone and court a kind of tingling surrender to hues, shapes and textures as they pass through me. What’s stunning is that…
Look at the new hybrid Tango that George is driving around in. Sharp. Sweet Wonder if it comes in Tango Blue and Diva Green. Anybody know much about it?