Saturday, November 30, 2013
Saturday, October 5, 2013
I have lived a great deal among grown-ups. I have seen them intimately, close at hand. And that hasn’t much improved my opinion of them.
Grown-ups love figures. When you tell them that you have made a new friend, they never ask you any questions about essentail matters. They never say to you, “What does his voice sound like? What games does he love best? Does he collect butterflies?” Instead, they demand: “How old is he? How many brothers has he? How much does he weigh? How much money does his father make?” Only from these figures do they think they have learned anything about him.
If you were to say to the grown-ups: “I saw a beautiful house made of rosy brick, with geraniums in the windows and doves on the roof,” they would not be able to get an idea of that house at all. You have have to say to them: “I saw a house that cost $20,000.” Then they would exclaim: “Oh, what a pretty house that is!”
To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures…”
Monday, July 29, 2013
I have felt like I was going in circles, lately, on the little things, on the big things, everything. I still have it sicken my heart sometimes and feel alone in it all, even surrounded by all these hearts. It wasn't until this morning when I was working, again, on one of my circus paintings with a carousel, that I realized, maybe, the ride, is ok. I do like to pull a Mary Poppins and jump off the monotonous ride, (is it monotonous, or is it just my perspective?)
But, I am just not a race person. It has kept me from goals, which breaks my heart, when I let it.
But, I must remember that my circle is good. I send others light and greetings from my perch and I realize, whipping my horse into a frenzy is no way to treat a friend, or myself. I must sit during these times of clarity and embrace them.
Friday, July 12, 2013
The colors of the foods of the Earth and the flowers given to them by friends and strangers, along the way, inspire the colors of the paintings of their Gypsy Circus with Dutch Blue lovebirds flitting in and out of their lives.
Inspiration is sweet.
Saturday, July 6, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
imagine ourselves to be, begin long before we are born and continue after we perish. Our lives and our choices, like quantum trajectories, are understood moment to moment. That each point of intersection, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction. Proposition, I have fallen in love with Luisa Rey. Is this possible? I just met her and yet, I feel like something important has happened to me.”
He said it, ‘The ocean.”’
"I am in love with this life," she said. "There are thousands of moments." (Quote by Amy Sperry Faldet)