“Art is the funnel,
as it were,
through which spirit is poured into life.”
“The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.”
The story behind my painting “The Christmas Bridge”
A few years ago we had a unexpected snow storm on Christmas Eve.
Two weeks in the making, we had already sent invitations in advance to a host of our closest friends. “Join us for a very special Christmas dinner!” we promised.
The storm as it turned was insurmountable and dangerous and so it became impossible for our friends to reach us.
And so we sat, the two of us, with a king’s ransom of dinner, lights, music, desserts and unopened gifts – feeling, well a bit empty. Our special evening didn’t seem quite so, well, special.
We sat, eggnogs calming, candles burning, the blue twilight casting something magical across the little bridge out the front window.
Nothing had changed really. The bridge into our house stood steadfast, waiting for our guests to arrive, not seeming concerned about the turn of events in the slightest. And it would, it promised, continue waiting each and every day. That was its purpose, its reason for being after all.
“The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.
― Eric Hoffer
That evening we agreed that this small unassuming bridge represented, to us, friendship. Friendship which remains true whatever challenges come along.
I wish for each and every one of you (who have so kindly blessed me with your comments and visits) successful arithmetic this season. That you can find blessings to count. Perhaps even some that at first don’t seem especially so.
“Life is made up of a collection of moments that are not ours to keep”
— Rachel Brathen
“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
Art is long, and Time is fleeting.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“In still moments by the sea life seems large-drawn and simple. It is there we can see into ourselves.”
― Rolf Edberg
“I’ve never met an ordinary woman”
“To the predators…. I say to you, ‘You can choose your sin but you don’t get to choose the consequences. To the victims …I see you. I believe you …and I’m listening’ ”
— Viola Davis, Variety, October 2017
“In the fall, I believe again in poetry, if nothing else it is a movement of the mind.”
— Jaakko Ahokas
“It’s always summer somewhere.”
– Lilly Pulitzer
“Each life needs its own quiet place.”
– Melody Beattie
“You are protected, in short, by your ability to love!”
― J.K. Rowling,
“Sometimes the very best of all summer books
a blank notebook.”
“When you stop searching and you calm down and you put your books away, and you confront yourself and see what you are all about, that will bring about bliss faster than anything you can ever imagine or ever do.”
“He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past.”
― Gabriel García Márquez
“If you do follow your bliss you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living… Follow your bliss and don’t be afraid, and doors will open where you didn’t know they were going to be.”
“Will it be here that we shall find a place
which will not elude us, or which if it remains
does not exert on us a culpable attraction?
Or must we, leaning over the deck and
watching the shores glide by,
move forever onward?”
Good retro morning to all from somewhere in Los Angeles, California!
Photo Dedicated to Ms. W. on the East Coast!
“Some of us aren’t meant to belong.
Some of us have to turn the world upside down
and shake the hell out of it until we
make our own place in it.”
― Elizabeth Lowell,
“Some of the best memories are made in flip flops.”
» Kellie Elmore
Artists with serious aspirations need to be left alone to follow the course of their own imagination.
In my studio the onlooking “studio couch” continually asks me to step back, take a break and see what’s happened so far. Not to fall down a rabbit hole and get distorted in purpose.
To reflect, to consider, to put on another pair of eyes for a while. Sit a spell.— D. M
“Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.”
Alexander Smith, Dreamthorp: Essays written in the Country (1863).-
“The wisteria was especially lovely in my garden this year. As I painted just outside my front door I remembered this wonderful line from the Scottish poet Alexander Smith. It states perfectly how I feel as I meditate in this sun dappled spot.”
“If a June night could talk, it would probably
boast it invented romance”
“If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass,
you live more richly those moments.”
— Anne Morrow Lindbergh
“We all carry, inside us, people who came before us.”
― David Mitchell,
hints beneath the ice
wintered without food or light
secrets spring to life
a Flower Somewhere
here, a trampled weed
dismissed, dreaming hopeful seed
there, a flower freed
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding