Cordellos Family San Francisco, CA

Cordellos Family, circa 1950

Art & Susan

Today was spent with Big Brother and his wife Susan; they just flew in from Tampa a few days ago and came out to spend a day at the beach. We met up at Duke's for lunch and ended up spending the afternoon catching up on each others lives; we talked about family, friends, religion, a little philosophy, business, travel and the arts. Here are a few pictures from our time together today.

Maui August 2005

Aunt Margaret Cordellos

Margaret Cordellos

Bio -A native of San Francisco, the Artist studied at de Young Museum and the renowned Jean Henry School of Art where a structured method of oil painting, stressing design, brushwork, texture and color was taught. Specializing in airy-garden/landscape scenes, her paintings reveal her impressionistic visions of the world around us. Presently represented by Post Impressionist Gallery in San Francisco and by galleries on the Island of Maui, her work has been shown by local art consultants, by Art Collective Gallery, and various shows sponsored by The San Francisco Impressionist League.

Mardi Gras Queen
Hospice Mask Project

Laguna Beach Summer 2004

Oreo

The pancake eating, sleeping bag humping, sandwich steeling, highest jumping, coolest dog ever...besides Max.

Penny Pinching

Most of us have routines and I am no exception. Usually, my early mornings are filled with reading, reflection and a light breakfast before heading to the local Starbucks and the gym. On Saturdays I prefer to get up before the crack of dawn and head for the beach for a long run between the first and last lifeguard towers, but today I slept in late; 07:00 is a lazy morning. I gathered my gym clothes and shot out the door, fired up the truck and headed for my early morning mistress, Starbucks.

When I arrived, there was the regulars, the line was moderate, and yet it was not moving. When I looked to see what the delay was, I discovered there was a man at the counter counting pennies, 501, 502, 503... you get the idea. I was saying to my self, "Hey Wing Nutt, get a clue!" The guy just kept on counting, 575, 576, 577...I was contemplating saying something, but the man had his son with him. It was amazing how many different thoughts I had while trying patiently to stand in line, and all the while this guy was oblivious to the other customers who were waiting. The two things that kept me from saying anything was first; I would under most circumstances not what to embarrass, belittle, or disrespect this man in front of others and especially his son. Second, was something that has helped me tremendously, and that is, we are all broken. Me, you, no one is excluded; all the money, education, notoriety, position, status, you fill in the blank, we are all broken.

So I walked up to the barista, explained what was happening at the register and asked for my usual Americano as I continued to hear the man in the background counting, 713, 714, 715...and I was out of there in 90 seconds. This experience might seem to be insignificant, but seeing people as souls, not just a physical material stuff, and seeing them as broken has helped me to be kinder, helpful, and titch more patient; maybe its because I'm broken too.