Sunday, February 28, 2010

my true fortune...


It's almost the end of a Saturday, the end of a day, and maybe because it's late in the night, maybe because it's the end of a week, almost the end of a month..., maybe because throughout my life I've often felt and got to know real well what being lonely means, what being all by one's self means, far away from one's homeland and loved ones, maybe because of that I feel so strongly tonight the wealth that true friendships shower us with...  
I feel so fortunate to be in a position to recognize how the presence of true friends makes the absence of family, the distance separating us from loved ones- from our own- almost fade away. Because tonight, for a few hours in the presence of friends, I was allowed to open up and express the pain, the sorrow, the disappointment and the ever present wish for the ideal relationships to re-emerge... Just because tonight in the company of true friends I felt comfortable enough to express the pain, the wondering, the regret that life and human condition weighs upon us, marks and shapes our days, nights and dreams and at the same time  how this same human condition makes us strong enough to permit us to hope for all misunderstandings to be cleared, for all wrongs to be corrected and to wish again for the time that we will be surrounded with our loved ones like we've always wished to be.
Tonight, for a few hours in the company of true friends I felt comfortable enough to express the pain of how it is and the wish of how it should be; tonight I feel ever so grateful for the friends I have, for their existence, presence and company.
Tonight I am once again so aware of what a true wealth friendship is and I am so very thankful for the friendships I have.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

in company of... all presidents!

Last Saturday I went to visit a screen print studio housed in the same complex where David Adickes formidable sculptures are created, stored, displayed. It was a cold and dreary Saturday, but first the arty energy at the Black Swan  studio, then the experience of being in such close proximity with the heads of all these historic men... well, I ended up being so lifted and so ready to do "stuff"! You know, I am talking about this urge that I am sure I share with most creative individuals when experiencing this aura of inspirational high. It was for sure the best thing I could have done this past Saturday.  After the demo at Black Swan, I ended up going around in the chilly and wet grayness, taking pictures and finding beauty in all sorts of deserted industrial, rusty and dilapidated shop yards.  Here is a sample of the "beauty" I discovered in a not so beautiful area of the town I live...

Thursday, February 11, 2010

on friendships and romance attempts of long ago...


This book belonged to my aunt Valentini; when she passed, I was invited to take something from her personal belongings and this was one of the items I chose and now feel so fortunate to have. It is a type of a scrapbook/album, very much in fashion among girls in Europe during the first half of the 20th century. A  series of questions asked by the owner of the book, were answered by friends. Through these  answers  it's easy to "read" the level of intimacy, to detect the desire for intimacy, to recognize the narcissistic tendencies of some and the efforts of others in trying  to show off  and impress the girl posing the questions. Most of the writers made sure they left words of wisdom written in their best hand writing for the eyes of my aunt and for posterity... They all took this philosophical and arty exchange very seriously, and the owner of this book equally so; she kept it all her life tucked in the top dresser drawer, together with other very special and close to her heart items.
Every time I open this book and start reading, I am amazed by the level of knowledge, the writing skills, the artistic talents, and most of all the similarity in certain ways of youth we all share, regardless of the time span of a century that separates us, and today's communication ease through mobile phones, text messaging, facebook, twitter, etc. that places these  books so much more into fossil category of a long past age...  The pages of my aunt's book are filled with rather emotionally and sentimentally charged entries presenting the case of a communal kind of "valentine"; a multi page valentine where a group of friends express their sentiments with enough indirect methods and innuendos to make them perfectly acceptable and proper for the young girls of the time to hold, to read, to cry and smile while reading it. It was an innocent time where my aunt and all those young boys and girls while busily writing, they were also dreaming of perfect loves and perfect lives for their future ahead...
Happy Valentine's!

Saturday, February 6, 2010

my hearts...

Mon coeur s'ouvre a ta voix, comme s'ouvrent les fleurs aux baisers de l'aurore! 
Ferdinand Lemaire
I love the symbolism a heart represents in both popular culture and religion; perhaps as a result of this  interest, I have always been drawn to collecting heart shaped objects as well as making all kinds of heart shaped "things" like the cushions in the photograph above...
I have drawn hearts, painted hearts, embroidered and quilted hearts, even baked hearts for my children's tea time and also for my grown up dear ones! My hearts are spread around my home throughout the year, but each February for obvious reasons, they are joined by all sorts of other hearts and in their company they add to the Valentine's mood that this time of the year dictates...

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