First of all, I appreciate the idea of art as meditation -- as a form of salvation, really. I love the idea/image of bottling up or preserving memories. The storing of memories thus preserved in haste under duress in a new mother's new life resonates with what my life-saving scribbling of words did for me while I was in the thick of caregiving my elderly father. My desk is, like yours, a sort of little shrine where I work watched over by certain important tangibles. Last but definitely not least, the visual delight of your pressed & fresh flowers side by side with the painting so draws me in -- and all is told in beautiful language. I look forward to reading more of your posts.
Clyde, I sincerely apologise for my belated reply to your beautiful and very thoughtful comment. Thank you so much for reading so closely and deeply and sharing how it resonated with you. I love the idea of 'certain important tangibles' watching over you, there is something so affirming and comforting about that idea. I sincerely appreciate your kind words about the visual appearance of the journals...there are my little doorways to play and joy which I often struggle to find in these days of mothering a toddler:) She's starting to enjoy scribbling and drawing these days so perhaps the day is not far when I can start creating some art with her!
This post is beautiful in so many ways ... it's too early in the morning to write a sensible response but I have just subscribed and will say more later!
I wonder about my creativity these days as well, falling short of my abilities and yearning. Still, there is comfort in even the smallest efforts, the breathing in and out of the beauty we recognize, even when we cannot reciprocate in the ways we would like 🔆🙏
Thank you so much for reading and your kind words, Jan! I totally resonated with what you said about comfort in even the smallest efforts...it matters so very much at this point of time and I feel I am the better off doing whatever I can as opposed to doing nothing at all
loving your writing — as someone with famously bad memory, I had a visceral flashback to my blr days from those beautiful champaca flowers, the texture and smell
Thank you so much, Meghna! And yes, those champaca flowers' fragrance is *sooo* evocative, there are so many notes and associations. Nice to hear you were in Bangalore...how long were you there for?
I moved there in my 20s for four years! Was a lovely time, esp bc Kannada is my first language, which helped me understand the city better. Really miss it these days being back in nyc
Ah lovely to hear you lived here for four years:) I have been living here for almost eight years now...was initially in Delhi, which I found so hostile and almost made me want to leave India but Bangalore was an entirely and refreshing experience (on most part:)
First of all, I appreciate the idea of art as meditation -- as a form of salvation, really. I love the idea/image of bottling up or preserving memories. The storing of memories thus preserved in haste under duress in a new mother's new life resonates with what my life-saving scribbling of words did for me while I was in the thick of caregiving my elderly father. My desk is, like yours, a sort of little shrine where I work watched over by certain important tangibles. Last but definitely not least, the visual delight of your pressed & fresh flowers side by side with the painting so draws me in -- and all is told in beautiful language. I look forward to reading more of your posts.
Clyde, I sincerely apologise for my belated reply to your beautiful and very thoughtful comment. Thank you so much for reading so closely and deeply and sharing how it resonated with you. I love the idea of 'certain important tangibles' watching over you, there is something so affirming and comforting about that idea. I sincerely appreciate your kind words about the visual appearance of the journals...there are my little doorways to play and joy which I often struggle to find in these days of mothering a toddler:) She's starting to enjoy scribbling and drawing these days so perhaps the day is not far when I can start creating some art with her!
This post is beautiful in so many ways ... it's too early in the morning to write a sensible response but I have just subscribed and will say more later!
Thank you so much for the warmth and energy of your words, Clyde! I will so look forward to hearing what you have to share❤️❤️
Beautiful flower journals 🌼🌸
I wonder about my creativity these days as well, falling short of my abilities and yearning. Still, there is comfort in even the smallest efforts, the breathing in and out of the beauty we recognize, even when we cannot reciprocate in the ways we would like 🔆🙏
Thank you so much for reading and your kind words, Jan! I totally resonated with what you said about comfort in even the smallest efforts...it matters so very much at this point of time and I feel I am the better off doing whatever I can as opposed to doing nothing at all
loving your writing — as someone with famously bad memory, I had a visceral flashback to my blr days from those beautiful champaca flowers, the texture and smell
Thank you so much, Meghna! And yes, those champaca flowers' fragrance is *sooo* evocative, there are so many notes and associations. Nice to hear you were in Bangalore...how long were you there for?
I moved there in my 20s for four years! Was a lovely time, esp bc Kannada is my first language, which helped me understand the city better. Really miss it these days being back in nyc
Ah lovely to hear you lived here for four years:) I have been living here for almost eight years now...was initially in Delhi, which I found so hostile and almost made me want to leave India but Bangalore was an entirely and refreshing experience (on most part:)
Bangalore is really so wonderful!!! I'm happy it's been feeling fulfilling for you <3