Individual Beauty and the Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder.
The spettatrice or spectator is someone who has the gift of vision.
To observe and or let the performance take it’s shape, like an artist to clay.
Beauty is something we all can try to describe.
There is an essence, a vibration, a frequency to it that makes it unique and abysmal.
I like to try and describe fine art. I put the emphasis on the try:
I have a favorite painting of two people dancing on top of the world.
There’s a penance in their step something that is whimsy and swept away in their rhythm.
A cadence one could only imagine in real time.
There is weight about the framing of the photo, how it’s matted, if it’s retouched.
There are so many elements in design and dry observation one could easily lose their footing here.
But somehow the artist paints this couple into his next step.
It’s beautiful in it’s own way.
It’s a blue tardis to another place and time where hope resides somewhere behind the glass, waiting for a call.
My Favorite things…
My favorite sounds is the sound of the dinner table when my family sits down to eat dinner. The unity of everyone as we bow our heads and say grace. The sound of the tines of the fork raking against the china crystal or better yet; the Pyrex at Gigi Boones! The rink assembly of a coffee cup settling into it’s saucer. The sound of the casserole dish being passed around, the serving spoon clanking on it’s edge as heaping spoonful’s of stuffing unload onto the plate. The sound of wine glasses thudding onto the tablecloth. Big gulps and little burps, the body adjusting to the rhythm of the supper. The velvet touch of warm bread in your hand as you pull it a part. These are all sultry highpoints of the meal. The things that make eating special, and eating together even more sacred. It is an act of love to share a meal, wishing more people saw things that way.“But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:31 KJV).
Any errors or omissions on my part are kept to preserve authenticity. My mistakes in grammar are planned and executed thoughtfully and with full intention of the literal use of the incorrect version, vowel or precipice. My mistakes tell you I am in fact a live human, living, writing and present here today.