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Quote from Vincent


I saw this on Facebook today

California Arts Council

“If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced.” — Vincent van Gogh

I like it.

What I did today.


Here’s what I did today.   Food for a painting and maybe a poem.

Small update


I haven’t posted, because I am busy writing. Buried in it.  This story seems to have me by tht throat.  That’s a good thing isn’t int? Or is it?  I don’t know.

I was going to go out and look at wisterias today – to try to paint one over at the mission, I’ve been thinking about that for a long time.  If I don’t get it done soon they will be gone for another year and all I will have is photographs.

Over and out for now. 🙂

Oh and I did practice on the piano some today. Poor out of tune piano.  I can hardly believe sometimes that I ever played well, I think it must have been another person, because I truly suck  at it now.  But that’s no reason to stop. I guess.

We need creativity in more places than just the Arts


I saw this quote today on Facebook. I wrote a poem about 4 years ago that goes along with this idea. Appropriate for many situations today I think.  Poem follows the quote.

-A Quote from Martin Luther King, Jr., 1963.

“Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man’s sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.”

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A Quote From the Sanskrit – a chant:
“Hatred never ceases by hatred, but by love alone is healed. This is the ancient and eternal law.”

Black As Deepest Night A Poem   by Carolyn Donnell

Hatred is a beetle, black as deepest night.
A scorpion whose poison stings the hater’s heart.
Revenge is the brother, leaving trails of acid slime
heaped with devastation, inside the hater’s life.

Even if the vengeance is earned or well deserved,
Hatred pulls the hater down to the enemy’s world.
The hater drowns in his own blood.
The hated one goes on unharmed.

Fill up with this.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XISBJ-MJ0HI&NR=1&feature=fvwp

Yo-Yo Ma plays Ennio Morricone   Gabriel’s Oboe and The Falls

Go ahead and wake up. Start now!


I was listening to a Brahms piano concerto driving home. Even with my poopy little car radio (I gotta get HD someday) the sounds filled the car and me. I found myself crying – dangerous while driving. The regrets of not being able to play in an orchestra right now overwhelmed me. Regrets for what might have been had I been encouraged more as a child or just plain practiced more ):-] ) later on flooded over me.

I started thinking about Julia’s admonitions again. What a waste of time regrets are, unless they spur you to action. Her voice seemed to say to me. Go ahead and wake up. Now! Don’t let regrets of what might have steal what you can have today, however much is left.

You wouldn’t believe how many negatives came scrambling to the surface on that thought. Like the stream of ants that comes out after someone pours hot water down the mound. And I am talking about Texas fire ants here, not the little mild-mannered sugar ants that populate California.

I kept repeating to myself words like absorb, open up, open out, reach out. Will I have pain? Yes. But isn’t that better than shriveled scars? Yes. Fear of that thought? Yes.

I want music back in my life. I envy the people that have music around them every day, that grew up with it in their homes. But how to get it if I can’t play? Write music? Pound the keyboard on my own? Listen. Cry. Laugh and love?

I’m going to try.

See my music page for orchestras I have been privileged to have played with in the past.

Speaking of critique groups.


Speaking of critique groups, here’s a wonderful article by the lady I call the Critique Mama.  I hope she doesn’t mind the name, but it just means that when it comies to critique groups,  she’s the woman.

http://beckylevine.com/2010/03/21/what-to-expect-from-a-critique/