i like to fancy myself as a writer, i/we (all who visit this space) enjoy words and ideas, and i think it's safe to add pretty things. the writer is in constant pursuit of trying to capture that which seems ethereal. the stuff which slips through our fingers and escapes our specific memory (what was i thinking again?). we try to bring feather light ideas down to earth, in a word, story or poem... it's fantastical work...
i'm choosing my new painting class, my second one. and i surprised myself when i asked an advisor while choosing between two classes that interest me... i said i am trying to choose between the one that my head says to take and the one my heart wants... funny right, we get this dilemma in life, that which our head says and that which our heart wants...
so far i'm leaning towards the one with my heart... the one full of colours and vibrancy...
...above painting by sophie coryndon, 'where metaphor and allusion reveals the mythic potential in everyday objects...'
...above painting by sophie coryndon, 'where metaphor and allusion reveals the mythic potential in everyday objects...'