3/3/3013 “Art is not a Thing; it is
a way."- Elbert Hubbard.
There has been much. We are like seasons. I feel like much of my life has been
summer. But now I am in dormant winter
still with teases of Spring. The desert
is long, so long. I am at a center and
am not sure where to go. ‘Nature does
nothing uselessly. `Aristotle
(Fact) Da Vinci was a vegetarian and an ardent lover of animals and nature;
he was a gentle man and would buy birds in cages just so he could set them
free. Excerpt from “the daily book of Art” Colin Gilber:
"The births of my two grandchildren have been a remarkable all-encompassing
miracle to me after experiencing death including my mother slipping to heaven
in my arms. Circle, Circle. I put it all in my art. My Life, visions, my poetry¸ journey. I try
to do and act the way I think is correct.
Sometimes I over compensate like with my loved ones. Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday. This is her second birthday in heaven. I believe in heaven. I feel her spirit. I put this into my art work. I craved her
love. Never quite had it like this long desert journey. So close, within reach but not there, the
eyes, her touch. So I gave it to her instead and I give it to others
instead. I saw a bulb coming through the
soil today. Hope. Happy. I am very alive. Empathetically I feel the heart beats of my
loved ones and not so loved ones, of nature, of God of the pulse of the earth. I
took my role of mother seriously. I see
it as a virtue. I wait now for the birth
of Spring. I pick up my rake and start
clearing away the leaves and tiny light green buds emerge from the daffodil
bulb. I am smiling. “Form is the outer
expression of inner meaning.” Wassily Kandinsky