I am primarily interested in 20th Century art and later, although Turner predates the 20th Century.
Someone at the museum told me the DeYoung is doing a major Turner retrospective in 2015, with art that never leaves the Tate. I'll be there.
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(Dedicated to V.A.M.)
Nothing more distressing than to feel
the world’s suddenly gone nuts
But only I
keep coloring inside the lines of crazy
Nothing more daunting than to feel
like I am fighting alone
versus an army of never ending
It’s nearly more than I can handle
Devastation cracks open my wounds
scrambles my inner compass
I was shell-shocked
tittering on the edge
Once sat humpty dumpty
but had a great fall
but none of the king’s horses
and none of the king’s men
could prevent my sunny side up
from oozing out of me
Tumbled like Alice
down the rabbit hole
into ruins and broken pieces
Landed face down in a desolate demolition zone
My mind is crumbled walls
my esteem is collapsed foundation
my emotions are jackhammered beyond repair
I have knocked down any plans
of further building up my future
since sinkholes are unstable ground for new construction
How to make sense out of the senseless?
it was your passing
but my death
but my burial
my everything has changed
yet the world moves on
as if nothing has changed at all
It feels so surreal
Out of nowhere
I was attacked the day you died
in the thick of night
when I was left alone and unprotected
He thrust himself on me
without my consent
and beat me sad and blue
He forcibly pinned down my strength
tore a whole in my defenses
rendered me a deformed shadow of my former self
He then drowned my ache in a bucket of ice
so I could no longer feel my soul
I cried out for you
my comfort, my solace
but mercy was not to be found
I sat rocking chair
and stared blankly up at the sky
Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder….
What you are to me
is a mind-altering dose of morphine
Nothing settled my nerves quite the way you did
As long as I had my drip, I could tolerate any pain
but my tolerance sack has dwindled to empty
If only you were here to
help me catch
this bandit of spirits
this predator of dreams
this executioner who left me with only half a heart
Help me solve the riddle
of this unconscionable attack
Support me to survive
this vicious violation
Your staggering absence
keeps me forever thinking about
our love which
presents the biggest clue
to the greatest crime
I have ever known
What does love have to do with it…?
There is no coming to consciousness without pain. People will do anything, no matter how absurd, in order to avoid facing their own soul. One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
-- Carl G. Jung
I am full of love, empathy, compassion, joy and humor. I want to make the world a better place. I love well and practice kindness. I am not afraid of the truth. I am loyal, adventurous, supportive and surprising. I am a lot of fun to hang out with. I am a woman.
I am enough.
"There is no sun without shadow and it is essential to know the night." Albert Camus on Sisyphus.
"The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart." Albert Camus on Sisyphus.
"The rock is still rolling." Albert Camus on Sisyphus.
My rock is still rolling, I thought as I lay in bed this morning.
“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away... and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.... be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don't torment them with your doubts and don't frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn't be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn't necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.... and don't expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke
It seems counter-intuitive to romantics and those who feel ready to partner when someone walks away from a beautiful love connection. But some people can only handle a half love because whole love shines a light on their dark places. Real intimacy requires real presence, and if someone isn't ready to be truly here on an individual level, they will find it very difficult to manage all the triggers that come up when real love comes. Only a small few can hold the gate open when profound love enters. A blessed and courageous few.
-- Jeff Brown
"When our awareness opens to cosmic perceptions, we can more clearly see ourselves in ideal relationships to our world and others.
Small-minded, self-centered, grasping or possessive attitudes and behaviors are unworthy of us as spiritual beings; they are nurtured by egoism, insecurity, self-righteousness, and inclinations to demonstrate personal power and control over others and circumstances.
Life is whole; there is a right place in the universe for us, and for everyone and everything that contributes to the overall good.
Compassionate behavior is spontaneous when we clearly acknowledge that the true nature of others is identical to our own; that we share a common foundation-source in God and a common destined awakening in God."
~ Paramhamsa Yogivah Giri
There are days when I wish I could erase all the horrors that I have witnessed from my mind. It seems that there is no end to the creative ways we humans can find to hurt each other, and no end to the reasons we feel justified in doing so. There is also no end to the human capacity for healing. In each of us there is an innate ability to create joy out of suffering, to find hope in the most hopeless of situations, and to heal any relationship that is in need of healing.
--From The Book of Forgiving by Desmond and Mpho Tutu
"The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them."
- Ernest HemingwayThis quote is truth. I trust easily and I am only rarely repaid with distrust. When someone says to me "I don't trust you" they are telling me they are not trustworthy.