oils and plaster on canvas
Quotes for Friday:
I bought a ticket on Airline Bizarre . . . a one-way round-trip ticket. . . . You leave any Monday and they bring you back the previous Friday. . . . that way, you still have the weekend.
We seem to have a compulsion these days to bury time capsules in order to give those people living in the next century or so some idea of what we are like. I have prepared one of my own. I have placed some rather large samples of dynamite, gunpowder, and nitroglycerin. My time capsule is set to go off in the year 3000. It will show them what we are really like.
~Alfred Hitchcock (1899 – 1980)
What is REAL? asked the Rabbit one day. Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle? Real isn’t how you are made, said the Skin Horse. It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with but really loves you, then you become real. Does it hurt? asked the Rabbit. Sometimes, said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt. Does it happen all at once like being wound up, he asked, or bit by bit? It doesn’t happen all at once, said the Skin Horse. You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out, and you get loose in the joints, and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.
~Source: The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams
What is real? Me. My Work. My life.
What does real mean for you today?
Oldest son turns 18 today.
I started really feeling alive the day he ripped his way into the world.
I held that 9 pounds of flesh and breath,
and felt truly alive for the first time.
I was someones Mother…and I vowed to be the best, give the best, create the best world for him to live in that I could.
Instead he taught me what it means to be imperfect, wrong, and very tired.
He taught me what it means to be REAL.
He taught me that I need not be perfect, right, and full of energy at all times
in order to be my best. He taught me that there is more to life than being perfect. He taught me that life is what you make of it, if you are only brave enough to stick around, stick it out and lay it on the line.
He taught me what it means to be
Happy Birthday Oldest child, I am proud that you are my son.
I love you more than words will ever be able to express.
I hope your day is fantastic.
Today…nothing but work and more work…and then we light the fuse, let it burn and blow this Popsicle stand to bits for the weekend.
Today I celebrate being
the ultimate definition
What are your plans?
Have a happy Friday one and all,