Cassandra Sciortino

St Louis Art Museum after 3 day intensive Gregorian chant and polyphony practicum and conference and Saint Frances de Sales Oratory. (at Saint Louis Art Museum)

Oncidium foundling feeling at home enough to bloom on an urban window sill ... third round for this intrepid orchid who has not minded be shuttled along from wide open windows and garden views to double pane glass, silence, and vertiginous views of marble.

It has been a five year wait but this orchid foundling bloomed; my first San Francisco flower.

Rose Window, originally in the Temple Methodist Church in San Francisco, and created by Cummings Studio (San Francisco). The windows were later bequeathed to the Morris Chapel, University of the Pacific (Stockton, California) where they may seen today. 

Hans Urs von Balthasar

Edwardian tea dress sewing in process from draping--inset with antique embroidered French wedding handkerchief

Listening...&...waiting (photo: Ingmar Sciortino)

My mother and I once upon a time

Sunlight from the west; through harp strings

Will the veiled sister pray for Those who walk in darkness, who chose thee and oppose thee, Those who are torn on the horn between season and season, time and time, between Hour and hour, word and word, power and power, those who wait In darkness? Will the veiled sister pray For children at the gate Who will not go away and cannot pray: Pray for those who chose and oppose O my people, what have I done unto thee. Will the veiled sister between the slender Yew trees pray for those who offend her And are terrified and cannot surrender And affirm before the world and deny between the rocks In the last desert before the last blue rocks The desert in the garden the garden in the desert Of drouth, spitting from the mouth the withered apple-seed. O my people.

The lovely Venus at Trinity Place meets my father's marble sculpture: Fleeting Feminine Form. Thank you Daddy--it is a treasure and a precious part of my world now. #trinityplace #sanfrancisco #philipsciortino

Trinity skyline

San Francisco. Thank you Kathleen Powers for this photo. Home is where the harp is...but it takes time for music, like warmth, to fill my new space.