Saturday, 2 April 2011
I am usually a very private person. I share my thoughts, dreams and photographs. selectivley. A year has nearly passed. I have a lot I did not blog yet. Because there are not enough hours to do all i want to do.
But time can slow down. Time does wait, once you get focussed. A minute becomes an hour... I would like to share the stories, the minutes, and the hours behind my paintings. I want you to see how I see.
"walk a day in my shoes" The world through rose tinted glasses..
It was on sale the last time I was in NEw York, staying on The Bowery. I had no intentions of ever wearing it, like many of the things I buy. But I had every intention of owning it.
I knew that the
"see through, black, stripper dress with the sequined dollar signs had to be mine."
"Do you ever see something, and think to yourself, that this "is for me". That very thing I am looking at, was put there for me. There is one left and it is meant to be mine."
I think that and I sometimes feel the same with people.
I know instinctively if a person is for me or not.
Now this does not mean, I dont go against the grain, and go for the ones I know my gut says steeer clear of..
Either way, thats another blog post. Perhaps another in appropriate dress for now. It is New Year's eve 2011. And this dress was due a very small debut. The View. pulliono's Pizzeria. So busy i still havent eaten there.
No foot prints
To tread where snow has fallen
and is falling
Covering traces of foot steps once been
Locked out on the roof...
In the cold
i wont care if you dont let me back in.
I am happy
i like it out here in the dark