You Can Understand Nothing About Art, Particularly Modern Art, If You Do Not Understand That Imagination

You can understand nothing about art, particularly modern art, if you do not understand that imagination is a value in itself. Milan Kundera Imagination is key…..I can’t imagine life without it;-). Joyeux Vendredi, mes amis!!

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside. Maud Hart Lovelace, Betsy-Tacy and Tib (Betsy-Tacy, #2). A single, fleur rouge, solitary in it’s circumstance, yet it’s perfume & beauty are far reaching….seems to me, people are kinda like that. I mean, if each of us cultivates love, acceptance & genuine forgiveness where we are…we will, to use a terribly clichéd quip, “bloom where we’re planted”. When we do that, the scent & vision reaches far indeed…..Bon Samedi, mes amis!

Even After All this time The Sun never says to the Earth,

“You owe me.”

Look What happens With a love like that, It lights the whole sky. Hafiz. Indeed it does, Mr Hafiz…..indeed it does…..Bon Jeudi, mes amis!

Look to the lilies how they grow! ‘Twas thus the Saviour said, that we, Even in the simplest flowers that blow, God’s ever-watchful care might see.

David Macbeth Moir Yeah, that. Nuff said……Bon Mercredi, mes amis!

Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Today does seem to be a day of reverie & reflection….not sure why….but it is a treasured gift, nonetheless…Joyeux Vendredi, mes amis!

Stairway to heaven….,