October 31st.
I submit “Kafka” in my defense. The Prague in us all. Art is not spelled E-G-O.
I know many are expecting this piece to be either about Budapest (where I am right now) or Prague (which calls me back) but I apologize in advance: it is not quite about either. While traveling there exists a cognitive dissonance and I am just floating in the experience instead of writing about it. I will write more about Prague, but not now.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
What can I ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, fiction stories, life, process of writing, questions, story, wanderlust
What skin color is art? 1925. Inhaling the energy of Theodore Dreiser, Wharton Esherick, and Jasper Deeter. Guardians of the Flame.
October 10th.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
The neighborhood of Mount Airy in Philadelphia boasts a variety of architecture but the grand Victorians dominate. The beautiful houses seem as old as the glorious trees and forest canopy; the varied flower gardens are crafted within breathtaking stone landscaping. This makes every turn around the corner ready for the perfect photograph or painting. The historic homes are as unique as the people ... read more »
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No. 7 in the series Tuesday’s Torrent.
Photograph courtesy of Tim Corbeel.
“The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” ~ Rumi
“Much easier to draw or paint than write, Kristo.”
“Here you go again. Putting my art down.”
“I am not putting your art down—I am trying to bring your attention outside of your self-absorbed-narcissistic-selfish-self that what I do is hard—hard work.”
“I never said you didn’t work hard, Lidia”
“You don’t even listen! That is how full of yourself you are. I didn’t say ... read more »
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