I just thought many of the clothes were so beautiful. Art comes in so many forms. I find the craftsmanship in some of these creations are just so beautiful.
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Sunday, November 15, 2015
What Is Happening to Our World -- Again
Back on January 9th, after the attacks at Charlie Hebdo and atrocities in Africa, I had posted what you see below. And now, after attacks again in Paris and other parts of our world, I feel the same way, I ask the same question.
My entire life, I have wanted to go to Europe. It almost happened many moons ago and then just a couple years ago, but plans fell apart for various reasons. Everyone who knows me personally, knows of this longing within me to see Paris, Barcelona, Portugal, Berlin, Greece, London, Ireland, Amsterdam, Florence, well, you get my point. Instead, I live as if I'm there. Studying (and teaching) languages (Russian, French, Spanish (forever!), Italian, German; watching films; reading, and eating their cuisine...I am a consummate armchair intercontinental traveler. So when Paris was hit, I felt the horror. I know it's not the same as someone who lives there or who has traveled there, but literally, I am heartsick. The same heartsickness I felt after 9/11, and I am not a native New Yorker.
I sat in Starbucks both yesterday and today, reading The New York Times, trying to grab every detail of what occurred, as if there is any way to understand it. I felt guilty of having the luxury of drinking my coffee and reading a newspaper. I thought, such normal acts--drinking coffee/reading a newspaper--but for many, so far away from their current normalcy.
My heart is breaking for you and your people, chère France.
From 1/9/15:
My entire life, I have wanted to go to Europe. It almost happened many moons ago and then just a couple years ago, but plans fell apart for various reasons. Everyone who knows me personally, knows of this longing within me to see Paris, Barcelona, Portugal, Berlin, Greece, London, Ireland, Amsterdam, Florence, well, you get my point. Instead, I live as if I'm there. Studying (and teaching) languages (Russian, French, Spanish (forever!), Italian, German; watching films; reading, and eating their cuisine...I am a consummate armchair intercontinental traveler. So when Paris was hit, I felt the horror. I know it's not the same as someone who lives there or who has traveled there, but literally, I am heartsick. The same heartsickness I felt after 9/11, and I am not a native New Yorker.
I sat in Starbucks both yesterday and today, reading The New York Times, trying to grab every detail of what occurred, as if there is any way to understand it. I felt guilty of having the luxury of drinking my coffee and reading a newspaper. I thought, such normal acts--drinking coffee/reading a newspaper--but for many, so far away from their current normalcy.
My heart is breaking for you and your people, chère France.
From 1/9/15:
This week's global crimes against humanity leave my heart devastated.
What is happening to our world?
What is happening to our world?
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Oil, Acrylic, Ink on Canvas
Oil, Acrylic, Ink on Canvas
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Day 249. Through the Smoky Haze at Cafe Silencio
Serge thought he was the last person to leave Cafe Silencio that night. Noctural amblings in Parisian nightclubs had become his practice. He was in a foul mood, warding off several advances from those that had offered them. Now he regretted it. Some company at 4 a.m. wouldn't have been so bad. Alors, off he started to go.
Suddenly, he heard the scratch of chair legs against the floor. Someone else was here? How could that be? Although, how could it not, it was so smoky in here, he could barely see a thing. And then, a husky female voice said, "Got a light?" Serge hurriedly struck a match, to oblige, yes; but more so, to illuminate the body from whence the request came. He was not disappointed. Even shrouded in a nicotine cloud of darkness, he could see her dangerous beauty. In his head, he heard another voice--one that warned, "Il n'y a pas de fumée sans feu" (where there's smoke there's fire). He hesitated briefly, enough so that he could comprehend the surrealism of the situation. Perilous femme fatale in a club created by David Lynch himself...he could be entering into a scene from "Blue Velvet." And yet, he couldn't stop himself...so tantalizing, the danger of lust.
Suddenly, he heard the scratch of chair legs against the floor. Someone else was here? How could that be? Although, how could it not, it was so smoky in here, he could barely see a thing. And then, a husky female voice said, "Got a light?" Serge hurriedly struck a match, to oblige, yes; but more so, to illuminate the body from whence the request came. He was not disappointed. Even shrouded in a nicotine cloud of darkness, he could see her dangerous beauty. In his head, he heard another voice--one that warned, "Il n'y a pas de fumée sans feu" (where there's smoke there's fire). He hesitated briefly, enough so that he could comprehend the surrealism of the situation. Perilous femme fatale in a club created by David Lynch himself...he could be entering into a scene from "Blue Velvet." And yet, he couldn't stop himself...so tantalizing, the danger of lust.
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