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The Sound of Hooves
Early morning bike ride. A thin blanket of fog graced the valley, softening the edges of fences and buildings, an alluring veil silhouetting the trees. I heard hooves pounding the grass as this lovely creature emerged from the fog to greet me. It kind of took my breath away.
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Meaningful Marks
When I was 4 years old, I was browsing my mothers’ magazines. She was in the kitchen preparing food. I wanted to know what the words captioning the pictures meant. To my unschooled eye they looked like Greek letters – intriguing but indecipherable. I found an interesting word – longer than most of the words on the page. I marked it with my finger, ran to the kitchen to ask my mother, “What does this mean?” Preoccupied with her task, she impassively read, “Machine. That word is machine.” Returning to my reading chair, I held my finger tight on the word so as not to lose my place. “Machine, Machine,”…
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Thinking…
“What no wife of a writer can ever understand is that a writer is working when he’s staring out the window…” Burton Rascoe, Journalist That applies to the life partner of every Creative. Good thing my good man, gets me, because my favorite exercise is to stare out the window and think. Life manifests, in my mind, like a word cloud – sometimes heavy with rain, about to deluge me. Sometimes dry, airy and elusive, baffling me. Every now and then, I just have to sort it all out.
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Isabella, Restored.
Her life ended in tragedy …. strangled by her husband for the shame she had brought upon the family. An affair. Though she repented she never was able to win back the favor of her husband, who ultimately slayed her. The portrait was a signal of her repentance… and new status in the eyes of God. The original was over-painted during the 19th century. The distinctive, but not classically beautiful, queen was forged into an image more in keeping with the ersatz puritanism of the day…. Her long nose reconstructed into a pert little thing… Her hooded eyes rounded, doe-like… her beefy hand trimmed and more delicate. In the original…
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Art Unmasks Us
Why is it subjects of art often express pain and loss? While social media hypes our happy, flawless, filtered lives; art looks behind the curtain at our pain and loss. Art that expresses inner pain drops our mask, for a moment. It gives us a safe place to be comforted and understood without being exposed. It reflects how a divorce, a miscarriage and misfortune of every sort feels. It is our inner sobbing, wordlessly written. This beautiful sculpture by Allison Streett is of a woman who has suffered the loss of a baby. It expresses poignantly what loss of every stripe feels like. https://www.allisonstreettstudios.com/#/loss/
