So, you’re thinking of going to a local art show. Maybe you weren’t even considering attending.. although you’d noticed the ad in the local paper but waved it off, after all, it’s not your typical past-time and you don’t really know art language anyway. Most humans enjoy art, nevertheless. In my humble opinion, all of us need art in our lives. I don’t know many that would actually admit to feeling overwhelmed by the practice of viewing and discussing art, particularly in a public setting. I mean, anyone can ooh and aah but what kinds of things are you supposed to actually say, and how do you respond appropriately? Don’t know? Hadn’t thought about it before? You’re in good company. Keep reading.
“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head. If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.”
-Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela
Given my long-term difficulties with regaining fluency in my mother-tongue, and it’s implications socially and even vocationally, these words above resonate with me. They hit home.
This is the very thing I love about art. It has the ability to reach people where language may fail.
Great art need not have political significance. Continue reading
My sisters and I are a trio of crazynormal rascals.
On the last day of every month one of us remembers to stay up or wait until midnight just to be the first to say, “Pinch, Punch! First of the Month!” It doesn’t matter that one of us lives in a different time zone in Manhattan. All’s fair in love and war, the winner takes all and the other two eat her dust. You’ve got to be the early bird or concede defeat. #Rascals.
Wow, July 1. Where did the time go? I’m thinking about resolutions – specifically, half-year resolutions. I didn’t make any New Year’s resolutions this year. Continue reading
But I will rant for five minutes. I feel like I’m up to my eyeballs in coding jargon today. I’ve always kind of had a penchant for challenges and learning new things. I have a habit of leaping first and looking later (what I call ‘going with my gut’), but it’s just the way I do things. And that’s not altogether a bad thing, but it is becoming blatantly clear to me that I do, and will, and currently, still have to confront the old enemy that goes by the name of: “I Cannot.”