Such a good, soft dream.
Hannah Vee has the loveliest taste.
Fred Astaire and Audrey Hepburn
Do you know
what the word “empathy” means?
No, I’ll have to have
the beginner’s course on that one.
Empathy.
Is it something like sympathy?
Oh, it goes beyond sympathy.
Sympathy
is to understand what someone feels.
Empathy
is to project your imagination
so that you actually feel
what the other person is feeling.
You put yourself
in the other person’s place.
Do I make myself clear?
- Why did you do that?
- Empathy.
I put myself in your place and
I felt that you wanted to be kissed.
You put yourself in the wrong place
I have no desire to be kissed
by you, or anyone else.
Don’t be silly. Everybody wants
to be kissed, even philosophers.
I’m sorry, Mr Avery, we don’t stock
what you’re looking for.
I’ll let you out.
Don’t bother. I’ll throw myself out.
Goodbye.
Matisse / Acrobat
Picasso // Sketch for the Demoiselles d’Avignon
If this is what my sketchbook entries look like some day, oh the joy and pleasure….
tall, long staircase
have no money
but the staircase is still tall
and it still takes me up to you.
By The Way,
First draft of the look for my post-graduate life goes something like this.
Become a part of the community and move into Lynn, where I will work for Raw Art and learn all that I can about the people whose lives have absorbed my presence. Pay attention to the good ways of moving in love and health among them. Annoy Val Buchanan all the time by constantly asking to hang out and be a part of whatever project she has on her hands. Offer sincerest admiration and respect in return. Earn money somehow. Nurture whatever my living space looks like into a studio, where I can save some space for visiting friends, paint vine silhouettes over everything, and work in the evenings when I come home. Begin building my art. Continue to work out faith in fear and trembling with oil, canvas, ink, knife and paper. Keep learning joy.
Live with art as salt. Season. Preserve. Purify.
Morning Culture.
People hugging, ordering coffee, asking after due dates and connecting stories of exhaustion and July births. Marking paper with a blue pen that matches the blue of her scarf, a silver ring on her middle finger, a patient white cup of drink keeping her company. Reading books and tapping on iPhones and waiting at the counter in silver-rimmed glasses for an espresso…
Happy Birthday Barbra!
