When I was young, my Dad caught a weird fish that I had never seen before. He told me it was a shark, explaining that they cleaned up the oceans and to not be afraid. I was mesmerized by their grace and power and, from that moment on, they became my obsession. As top predators, sharks play an important role in the ocean’s ecosystem by maintaining balance of the species and serve as an indicator of ocean health. Photo by Laura...read more
Salt and Pepper. I started collecting when my hair was far more pepper than the Arctic Blonde it has become. But I have certainly enjoyed entertaining through those years by adding some whimsy to the dining table. Photo by Laura Evans at El...read more
My great uncle, Lavern Meyer, was an artist who created hundreds of pieces for multiple circuses in the 1930s and 40s. His artwork was reproduced in sizes ranging from handbills to 24-sheet prints which were applied to the sides of barns across the United States. This collection of his original handwork has been passed down in my family and has helped instill in me an appreciation for the arts and my great uncle’s unique impact. Photo by Laura...read more
There is something mysterious, maybe even miraculous, that occurs when people “break bread.” When we share a meal or a beverage together (after all, what is beer but liquid bread … ), walls come down, pretenses get dropped, connections occur, relationships are built. I “collect” beer to share it – to make people feel welcome and be comfortable in our home. To set people free to be at ease with themselves and others. To allow them to discover and love one another. Photo by Laura...read more
Owner – Bill’s Guitar Loft As a teen I relished the magic that flowed from the guitar. To this day I can’t walk by a guitar without wanting to play it. Guitars are uniquely beautiful art, possessing the power to evoke emotion in the most glorious, stunning forms. I am eternally grateful for the gift of music appreciation in all its variants, whether it be from a fine stereo or musical instrument. Photo by Laura...read more
Venice… Venetian masks are divine to wear and I find them to be quite exciting as it brings out personalities. Often people hide behind who they really are. Venice has been known for centuries as having the most elaborate masquerade parties in the world. The balls…always customary to wear extravagant masks. Photo by Laura...read more
I’m at a local coffee shop with a friend working on a project. We wrap up and head out. I’m unlocking my car door when I hear a woman across the street yell the word “Watermelon.” I turn to look at her. The woman looks directly at me again and yells “Watermelon.” Then clickety-clack proceeds up the street with her shopping cart full of things. I’m stunned and my friend looks at me in disbelief. It’s not important for the purposes of this article why watermelon is significant, but it is. A lifesaving message I needed to hear at that point in my life. I see her again a year later and run down the street to catch up with her.read more
Jacksonville Publicist ~ Aspiring Daredevil I’m “gone with the wind,” leaving behind unfolded laundry and meeting requests. Frankly my dear, I’d rather breeze through items on my bucket list than my to-do list. Each day, I seek people, adventures, and opportunities that make me feel most alive. Ride. Run. Travel. Skydive. Live out loud. #freedom Photo by Laura Evans ...read more
When I saw the artwork for Coldplay’s Ghost Stories, I was taken by the mythology and discovered Mila Furstova for the first time. Mila etches in Perspex, often creating multilayered pieces. Enamored, I looked at her body of work, including the Flow Series, of a woman in the water. It is featured in last month’s story, “Apo Helios” (Jan/February). Mila, who resides in Cheltenham, England, balances an exhibition in the world’s largest venue – the album cover, motherhood, art and business. She will soon release her new series, Motherhood; to be shown at the AGallery in London. I recently had the pleasure of interviewing Mila Furstova for Arbus …read more
Willis can talk me through this. Why is he abandoning me now? Reaching out, I find he is unable to hide his own pain.
I see him on the beach before his awakening. A young Kristina, surfboard under-arm, running out to the water during the riptide. Willis tries to stop her. She mocks him and heads to the surf. Her board is seen hours later on the north beach, her body never found. In his tall proud frame, he carries guilt that he didn’t do more.