Wednesday, April 30, 2014

paper, scissors, glue


Toward the end of his life, Henri Matisse became unable to paint due to ill health, but his artist spirit was undaunted. He simply invented a new medium that he could manage from wheelchair or bed: big, vibrant cut-outs made from painted paper. It's some of his best loved work, 130 pieces of which make up a new exhibit at London's Tate Gallery that is expected to set attendance records. The show will travel to the Museum of Modern Art in New York this fall. There's something so life-affirming about these exuberant works and how they came to be. About an elderly man with his paper, scissors, glue. About the will to live. And to create.
(Blue Nude, Musée Henri Matisse, Nice, France. Paper cut out, 1952)

Monday, April 21, 2014

rolling back the stone

"Take away love and our earth is a tomb." Robert Browning

Monday, April 14, 2014

pray attention

This brilliant banner waved yesterday at my nephews' church in Wilmington. The children there follow a donkey around the block before the Palm Sunday service begins, symbolizing the triumphant parade that marks the start of Holy Week. Even though I know the story from beginning to end to beginning again, it never ceases to bring me to my knees. While on them, here is a poem by Mary Oliver to consider, which the minister shared:
Praying
It doesn't have to be the blue iris.
It could be weeds in a vacant lot,
Or a few small stones;
Just pay attention,
Then patch a few words together and don't try to make them elaborate.
This isn't a contest
but the doorway into thanks.
And a silence in which another voice may speak.

Monday, April 7, 2014

naming rights

Steve, Caroline, Charlotte, Julie, Italia. For seven days last summer, we woke to church bells, took the Spanish Steps by twos, drank wine with lunch, tossed coins into the Trevi Fountain and strolled ancient piazzas at midnight, gelato in hand. We studied the saints, wept in front of The Pieta, explored the secrets of the Vasari Corridor, lost ourselves in the Boboli Gardens. For seven days, we were Stefano, Carolina, Carlotta, Giulia and, of course, Italia. In some ways, I think we always will be.
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Friday, April 4, 2014

lamb-like

It seems like yesterday that I was trying to craft together a birth announcement for our precious baby daughter in the numb, dark aftermath of losing Dad. Then I saw these lambs and they conveyed a sweet peace and hope, same as she did. And does, twenty-one years later to the day. I tell her all the time that she fell right out of heaven and into our arms. Even though it was more complicated than that, with labor pains and a hospital stay and all, she knows exactly what I mean. My Easter girl.    

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

portfolio peek

Could be my favorite campaign yet by StewartMarr:
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