“The hardest arithmetic to master is that which enables us to count our blessings.”

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.


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The Christmas Bridge (a painting, PRINTS Here) – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2016, all rights reserved

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.

— Douglas

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“A city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time”

“A city is more than a place in space, it is a drama in time”

― Patrick Geddes

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Emerald City Skyline – D. Moorezart, c 2016, all rights reserved

“We have not long to love. A night. A day…”

We Have Not Long, Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2016, all rights reserved

“So moments pass as though
they wished to stay.
We have not long to love.
A night. A day….”
― Tennessee Williams, The Collected Poems

 

“…we’ve no money for butter”

“…When I am an old woman I shall wear purple, With a red hat which doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me, And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves, And satin sandals, and say we’ve no money for butter”

— Jenny Joseph

Sage in my Garden - Douglas Moorezart, c 2015, prints: http://fineartamerica.com/featured/purple-garden-douglas-moorezart.html
Purple – Douglas Moorezart, c 2015


Daily Illuminations

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Daily Illuminations – painting, Douglas Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved < click image for prints >

“What is the meaning of life? That was all- a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.”

― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Spanish Harlem

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Spanish Harlem – Douglas Moorezart, c 2017, all rights reserved


“Spanish Harlem”

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem

It is the special one, it’s never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It’s growing in the street
Right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreaming

– Ben E. King


“a parallel life”

 

 

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Parallel – Douglas Moorezart, copyright 2017, all rights reserved

 

“a parallel life, as dreams shadow waking but never intersect it”

— Edmund White