|Living as Art 1|
I wonder what your life would be like if you were a living, breathing, walking piece of art. Certainly you would need to be a brave soul and immune to the comments, stares, and opinions of others. You would have to walk your own path in life.
Would it be a lonely life or a life rich and rewarding? Something for me to think about. I don't believe that I have this king of courage.
Perhaps the great attraction centers on the artwork displayed inside of the gallery? Did I mention that the storefront was actually a gallery? It is a gallery.
However, I suspect that the true source of this weekend's excitment might have something to do with the zills in this young belly dancer's hands.
Monday's are hard enough without having to deal with rainy skies. Here is a splash of color from my weekend. When the gray skies beging to get to you, just stare at these images for a feew minutes and let the color seep into your soul.
Who new that Monet, Degas, Cassat, and a handful of other impressionist artists were so accessable?
I know that you are more used to seeing muted colors from me, when you see me post color at all. However, I love great color when I see it. Driving down the street and being surprised made my Saturday morning. I hope it makes your Monday morning a bright and cheerful one. Have a fantastic week.
SIFO 45. It's an enigma. No one seems to know what it means. Investigators are on the case, but so far, have not gotten anywhere. Perhaps it is a message of some import? Maybe the future of our race depends upon us learning the deep and hidden secrets of SIFO 45.
Perhaps we will never know. And maybe that is ok as well. Life is much more interesting when it presents us with a little mystery.
Spring is just around the corner and I hope that means we will have our bikes out on the bike paths sooner rather than later. Biking is something that Jodi and I have always done together. We typically get on the bike path and ride to the next town south of us, Yellow Springs. Sometimes we will park our bikes and do some window shopping or get lunch at The Winds. Some days, we would just turn around and head back.
Last year was the exception. Last year, we let life get the best of us and rarely had our bikes out at all. With that in mind, I spent that alst week of lunches working on this illustration in hopes of convincing Jodi that this would be a great time to start thinking about doing some biking as soon as the weather allows.
I'll let you know how my request turns out. However, this little bribe of an illustration should go a long ways.