I’ve been thinking about those people in my life that lift me up when I need it most. I recently had a knee replacement, and while it is a common surgery, recovery is painful and lengthy. I needed people in my life that would lift me when I felt down, encourage me when I wanted to give up, and tell me something funny when I cried. This is a tribute to those people.
I have learned something from this. Sometimes I know someone who is down, but I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I don’t want to seem intrusive so I avoid. I realize now how important it is to hear a friendly voice, receive a kindly worded note, or just to hear the voice of someone who cares.
You Lift Me Higher, February, 2019
What is it about starting a new year that causes us to reminisce and to plan forward? New Year’s is just another day, and shouldn’t we be doing this throughout the year? Whatever the reason, this is the time of year to reflect on where we have been and where we are going.
Do you have a list of top 2018 moments? What are you planning for 2019?
I recently came across an image titled Approaching A City by Edward Hopper. The painting has simple lines, intriguing colors, and a story to tell.
Studying the paintings of masters I begin to ask myself, how the techniques would be applied to my medium, photography-based digital art.
Here is Hopper’s piece that inspired my effort.
In Chelsea the first Thursday in each month is known as Gallery Crawl. Most galleries in the area open their doors, provide offerings of cheese and wine, and promote their latest exhibits to the world. It is a fun evening for the serious buyer or the casual observer who just wants the free wine.
Thursday, August 2 is my turn to participate. I have eight pieces appearing in a show, Expressions of Life, at the Montserrat Contemporary Art Gallery in Chelsea. For me, this is a big event.
Opening Night is Thursday Aug 2, 6:00-8:00PM. The show will run through August. If you are in the area we would love to meet you. The gallery is located 547 W. 27th street in Chelsea, NYC.
Walking the sidewalks, I am frequently stunned as I look up to see the next new skyscrapers shining high above the century old flats, the surrounding structures reflecting on their glassy skins.
Focused on the architectural mix, my mind soon wanders to the stories the aging buildings could tell, the fate of their future, and the lives that are connected to them. Then, looking up to the new structures I wonder what they will be like when they become the old and something new is replacing them.
Our lives are all connected then and now. Shared memories, a common view slightly altered, the sidewalks we walk.
Looking at these buildings I wonder who is/was/will be on the other side of the window.
As I walked along the beach at dawn, barefoot with the tide pulling at my toes, the sun rose through a misty haze. The fishers were the first to arrive, followed by morning runners and the seagulls. Wishing you were here.