“I said are you okay, or have you gone dark again?”
Anna Vogelzang, Volcanoes
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Month: March 2014
Gifts Given
There was great turnout at March’s community arts workshop.
Exploring gifts given and received on love.
Not material things.
No jewelry. No flowers. No bows or shiny paper.
But real gifts. To our lives.
What have YOU given? What have YOU received in love?
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People dropped in to write their gifts on paper and drop them into the box. These papers will be placed into jewelry boxes and sealed. They will all be available for exploring and opening at the reception on Friday, June 6 at Absolutely Art.
It was a great success.
:: Some gifts explored ::
“”We had a girl. It’s the greatest gift I could have gotten… Even if you left”
“You taught me how to love myself”
“You caused so many scars that I can’t forget you”
“I learned to love my body”
And many, many more. Come and explore. And be on the lookout for the April and May workshop.
Big stuff coming. 🙂
*Etsy artist KateZarembaCompany
Mothers and Modeling
Heard in an interview: “My mom modeled happiness and joy for us…later she became more and more a friend, and I’m going to miss her so much.”
The Fall into Love
“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.” ―John Green
Question ::
“When He Took my Hand…”
I was Just a Card, by Laura Marling
Walls, seeking walls
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keep out the joy.
– Jim Rohn
Love Itself ::
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.” ―Louis de Bernières
Letting Go
“Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.”
-David Foster Wallace
