William Blake wrote, “To see the world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.” It comes to mind whenever I experience joy, small or overwhelming amounts…
My mom and I went to the plaza art fair on Saturday. We weren’t pleased. It was mostly digitally enhanced paintings and photography – not so much my style. I think it definitely takes an artistic eye to do that sort of thing, but mostly just computer knowledge and skill. Which is excellent, just a different kind. I wanted to see some old school paintings on canvas. Just the human eye and a paint brush made of horses hair.
There were about three booths I was impressed with though. One had paintings of faces, very close up and personal. You could see all the beautiful flaws and lines, pain even. The second was actually photography. This woman had traveled all over the world taking pictures of her ventures under water, deep-sea diving. She boasted that none of them were color-corrected, which really showed us that God’s the master artist and we don’t have a clue as to what we’re talking about. The pictures of coral were breathtaking – colors I’ve never seen before. I was thinking, she must have an amazing soul to view all these wonderful works around the world on a regular basis. I very much believe creativity feeds the soul. The last one I liked sort of surprised me. They were these huge, very simple landscapes. The colors weren’t bold, but still very beautiful. They were all just fields and skies. No mountains, no oceans…like Kansas.
Oh, and I can’t forget about the Hummus. We had some delicious hummus and pita bread for lunch. The kind that you scrape off the plate with your fingers when there’s no bread left. 
I hope all of your Mondays have produced steady smiles…
Note to self: You have a new and very real aversion to mangoes and the object of that former admiration has turned to pistachios. Yes, that’s what I said. Pistachios.
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