Your words are so beautiful they cut deep into my heart. You are an extraordinary person - an extraordinary observer of life, art, and love that stays in us until our last breath.
Your narrative is so lovely, I was transported to viewing the painting with you. Bravo, for enjoying art on your own terms. Who cares about that stodgy ol professor anyway!
I appreciate your sensitivity to the dynamism of art that perhaps was lost to your pompous art professor. Thank you for your illuminating message -- I stand with you in the belief that there are many meanings brought forth through the spirit of coincidence. Peace to you.
Thank you for this transference of adoration, love, critical thinking, and, as always, a wonderful kind of welcome into your very beautiful home; your home in the world, this necessary maternal viewpoint. As much as John Soane’s house is wildly unique, jam packed with questionably sourced antiquities and indulgent, I can’t help but feel that he knew we’d all come to London, to his house, looking for answers in those rooms. There lies a sense of raw human truth. Perhaps, John Soane’s was a bit of a slate sidewalk magician, a gin soaked soothsayer, a shaman of the city dwellers? 🌟
It's funny you should mention Soanes! Daniel and I wondered if the museum had ever been approached about "mislaid" antiquities definitely what you get when you fuse a hoarder with a classicist! There was a tiny exhibit of a contemporary artist but Daniel was most agog at all the STUFF. Layers of it. Mounted like stag heads. I hadn't been for thirty years!
Isa, your words are always insightful and inspiring. I know we are both missing our daughters during this holiday season. As you once told me the club no one wants to belong to. It doesn't get easier, only different. Love to you and your dear family. Love, Jan
Thinking of you both. The losses hurt, cut deep and yet we can still appreciate the timeless beauty of art, losing our broken selves in such beauty, we carry on.
Exquisite. Thank you.
Your words are so beautiful they cut deep into my heart. You are an extraordinary person - an extraordinary observer of life, art, and love that stays in us until our last breath.
I love you so much. Alex
Your narrative is so lovely, I was transported to viewing the painting with you. Bravo, for enjoying art on your own terms. Who cares about that stodgy ol professor anyway!
I appreciate your sensitivity to the dynamism of art that perhaps was lost to your pompous art professor. Thank you for your illuminating message -- I stand with you in the belief that there are many meanings brought forth through the spirit of coincidence. Peace to you.
What beautiful sentiments. May getting lost in art bring you comfort and stillness.
thank you!
Thank you for this transference of adoration, love, critical thinking, and, as always, a wonderful kind of welcome into your very beautiful home; your home in the world, this necessary maternal viewpoint. As much as John Soane’s house is wildly unique, jam packed with questionably sourced antiquities and indulgent, I can’t help but feel that he knew we’d all come to London, to his house, looking for answers in those rooms. There lies a sense of raw human truth. Perhaps, John Soane’s was a bit of a slate sidewalk magician, a gin soaked soothsayer, a shaman of the city dwellers? 🌟
It's funny you should mention Soanes! Daniel and I wondered if the museum had ever been approached about "mislaid" antiquities definitely what you get when you fuse a hoarder with a classicist! There was a tiny exhibit of a contemporary artist but Daniel was most agog at all the STUFF. Layers of it. Mounted like stag heads. I hadn't been for thirty years!
Isa, your words are always insightful and inspiring. I know we are both missing our daughters during this holiday season. As you once told me the club no one wants to belong to. It doesn't get easier, only different. Love to you and your dear family. Love, Jan
Thinking of you both. The losses hurt, cut deep and yet we can still appreciate the timeless beauty of art, losing our broken selves in such beauty, we carry on.
you know my friend and thank you!