Since I turned 40 last year, I’ve been sort of negatively fixated on this age, as if it’s some sort of beginning of a decline. Psychologically, this is an age where one questions what she has done in and with her life. Despite our ages, how many of us keep alive our dreams and wonderment,… Continue reading It is just a number.
What even is love? Love is, of course, a feeling. I guess the real question is what is romantic love. I guess the real question I’m looking at is how does one determine if one is in love or has the potential for love? There’s lust, which is amazing and, in its own way, tricky.… Continue reading Mirror in the sky.
A lot of people love this time of year and I am one of them. It’s got such lovely qualities: the leaves changing, the air smells crisp, and the slight chill that gradually invades each end of summer day. The fall tends to creep in, gentle and quiet, like a lover getting back into bed… Continue reading Morphing into autumn.
How do you manage to scrape up time and energy for your real work after your real job? In other words, how does one find time for creating after working 40 hours a week? Sure, there’s weekends and nights and lunch breaks. But just because you have free time doesn’t mean you feel like being… Continue reading Work.
WaterFire in R.I. was really awesome. There’s so much to see, and it’s all awe-inspiring, romantic, and awesome. You can watch them light the fires, watch the boats, go through the star light forest, and even go through a cool sculpture marred by graffiti. Fire’s gotta go out sometime, I suppose.
Inspiration is elusive and wonderful. I got inspired for an idea for a painting the other night. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a painting someone had just finished. The progress was great for the time that had passed and I knew he had been working hard. This person’s passion… Continue reading Inspiration: being struck hard.
There are little moments in life where just existing seems to be so satisfactory. I’m having one of those moments. I’m feeding my friends’ cat and I’m reading on their deck, cool summer breeze, someone playing oldies. I couldn’t help but think of Kurt Vonnegut’s advice to notice the moments like these. And god damn,… Continue reading If this isn’t nice, what is?