Gallery Watch Me Note Me JournalsImagine, for once, that I set you all a task. Draw your heart. Do it monochromatically. Just black and white. What kind of lines would each of you choose? And what design? How white and how black? If you are reading this, then do it. It won't take five minutes. You don't have to keep it or show it to anyone, but do it anyway. If enough people do this, I promise to feature the results in my next journal. And I will give a premium membership for a year to the best one. And others......So there's another incentive. Okay…..til December….
I'll be watching……………………………
Consider this a challenge, and a contest. ......
So, this is hello from me. And this is me not having much to say. I will most likely find much to say about it. For once, I don't have a theme, at least, not yet. Nor do I have any cleverness. I have some dangling ideas that I have not explored, like graffiti and text semiotics, but saying anything useful seems too far away. I just really thought of doing this journal to share with you some of the beauty I have come to know, and to meet. In the day to day, things have started making a rubbing sound, a sound of disconnection and worry. When things go pear, or watermelon shaped, I quickly decide on a course of action. This is invariably always a bad idea, and sometimes I act on it. I have said recently, in a pool of my own awful words, that I like things messy. That seems to be the truth, but I really don't. For those of you that know, some things have shifted and some of it was intentional. For the rest, none of this makes a tiny bit of sense. I thought of a
Btway of saying something about a bit of it this way…..
My friend
posted this:
Lest we forget ...Today i have gotten some Shocking news ...
A girl. A wonderful amazing person.
I am shaking ... I have no idea how
i seem to be typing ... She knew us all ...
She knows us ... We were a friend to a friend ...
I am one of those friends. She has helped
my close friend survive from themselves because
she helped them through this. For this,
i owe her my life ... xCINNx Is this person
whom knew this amazing woman. Sarah.
But on this sad moment ... I can never repay
her ... can i ... I never knew her, yet i
mourn for her dearly ... I miss her ...
i never knew her ... i love her ... i don't
know her ... i do not care, i miss and love
her so much ... but she has left.
My heart hurts so much ... I wish i could
see her and thank her ... but i cannot ...
I say thank you my love ... so much ...
And i know that you are up there with
those whom have souls just like yours ...
I am so sorry xCINNx ... You were
one of the first people that introduced me
to this website with open hands ...
Let
As for the rest, I just try to keep busy, I guess. And make bad decisions. Then I go off and watch a film or listen to an album I really love. I think it is not good for anyone to have one without the other. Life must have contrast, it's own bold lines, to show the white properly. A wise person once said "Don't try to keep out the nightmares, or keep in the bliss". Maybe not. That was from memory. But the point, I think, is just to let it come. Something I have been saying for a long time is to do with gratitude. Even for pain. Even for the worst of the worst experiences. That is, I believe, life. Think of a world without pain, without contrast. I am myself grateful for the experiences I do have. The ugliest things sometimes show our most beautiful qualities. To return to a film I like to mention, "Shadowlands" had such a beautiful notion.
"The pain then is part of the joy now. That's the deal". (also from memory J)
We don't get to experience one without the other, that's the deal. If it were otherwise, all of the things we have come to truly love would have no meaning at all. Life comes with hard lines, and I wouldn't wish it any other way. One always suggests the other, and isn't that beautiful?
There was a moment once……..
I was holding hands with someone. I wasn't even aware of it, nor was I completely aware of what we had become. We ran into a mutual friend that night, and that is how I know. He said that he knew that night long ago when we accidentally ran into him. When I think of all of that, I remember why "Pennies From Heaven" has always moved me so much. Sometimes, love is awful, and so terrible. Sometimes, it is hope, and life, and beauty itself. It defies the very idea of death. And then I am happy that that moment will always exist exactly where it does. In that literal sense, it is sacred. We must be grateful for all of it. Yes, it hurts sometimes, but it is worth it. And it is a very sharp taste!
I wrote this myself of that time I spent……."I hit my head against a wall. It felt so good, I just couldn't stop…"
I do not wish for pain or sadness. I prefer laughter most of all. I prefer joy. All of these are the numbers, one to four (this time) that colour in our hearts. I made a mini album, of which I will most likely title this little thing, called at one point "Paint by Number". It was to feature a cracked heart with numbers, which I sketched, two crayons, Blue and Black, and a colour key….This journal is better served with only two numbers and colours. 1. Black 2.White. You can decide how much of each you want to make your heart. Just draw a heart and fill in as much black as you wish to. And show me! I would love to see it.
I would like at this time to celebrate a friend. I have know her a little while now, and what I have seen from her since the time I met her is like a very slow grin. She always has had something beautiful and unique in her style, and I have just seen an amazing artist grow and grow. Everytime I see her new work, I grin more and more. It is such a joy to know such a person, and my grin gets bigger every day. I am talking about
I want to feature her work chronologically, so you can see what I have seen. It is glorious. My love to you, my friend. Please visit and send her love. The lovely "Lacmile":
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And on the flip side of that is someone I have just met, and am very taken with:
Please say hello! These are a good argument that language is so much our collective experience, and is strongest when visual. Or it is the confirmation that the old saying is probably true. She is a wonderfully kind person, and I am so happy to know her. Here follows several thousand words:
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Please enjoy, and comment!
Before the last push, as they say, I want to say hello and welcome some new watchers:
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I want to feature everyone of you, and hopefully I will next time with some of my new friends. But for now, here are some things I have seen and love by some of you:
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This is the awkward part. Where I stand with my cuffs over my hands, and blurt out the many things I have been waiting to say all evening. In fifty seconds.
Start where you are, and go on from there. And draw your heart, please. The challenge has begun………….now!
Much extra to the amazing Bev
for all and every. Arms of Love was a good choice, after all.
My love to you all,
And a peck on the cheek to the more familiar.
You are all very much loved.
…going to bunnies!….
AOIAK
d.
Yes, I did have a song!
Yin Yang and the Flower Pot Man - Love & Rockets
www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5vDWD…oslo...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-uUS6…www.youtube.com/watch?v=Su-Ta9…The Housemartins love you.
Happy Times.
BTW…The contest is real…and it is ON!
