Friday 18 February 2011

Also...


... I think this is awesome.

And I ordered some exercise DVD's to use while Andrew is gone and I can't get to the gym and I'm just fascinated by how bad the girl's Botox is. It's hard to get past and imagine she can move her body when her whole face has the animation and capacity for expression of a Muppet's.

Slowly breathing

Image source: Jen Stark


Doing a little CPR on the blog tonight but i just haven't been able to stop thinking about these art pieces. I came across this artist, Jen Stark, while doing something other than anything I really needed to be doing and I am fascinated with her work. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day. She does these incredible sculptures with cut paper and they just made me feel happy. I love modern art-- it took me a while to realize that I find it even more inspiring than the classics, although I've cried just looking at the David. Modern art sticks with me and I get so excited when I find artists I love. I like to think that given enough time and resources I'd be able to do something as beautiful or moving as they do but the truth is that never in a million years would I have thought to stack pieces of paper and make amazing sculptures out of cutting it up, nor will I probably ever have the time or talent to try. We're just going to have to start an art investment fund because I'm pretty sure owning one of these sculptures would make my life complete.

It was later in the day as I kept thinking about Ms. Stark's work that I realized why it spoke to me. This is what it's like when I have a good giggle session with Bastian. My life seems to go from ordinary white paper to ordinary white paper spewing rainbows full of happiness, despite still being made out of ordinary things. There's no fantastic miraculous change to the basics of my existence-- I'm still carrying baby weight, I still have to think of what to make for dinner, I'm still trying to care for the boys without Andrew here right now, I'm still wearing clothes that really don't inspire me-- my life is still just ordinary paper. On the outside my life is plain white paper. But I giggle with Bastian and all of a sudden none of that matters and all of those ordinary things spring to life and I am just happy to be there engulfed in that moment with all of the richness of my ordinary existence. It's like ordinary me in exploding in Technicolor and I'm happy. Giggling with O is a whole different experience and laughing with Andrew is even richer. Still have to find art pieces that express those.

Just had to get that out. I'll post about all the other things anyone who still has faith in this blog might be hoping to hear about later-- Christmas, O's birthday, all the fabulous things about S that I love, and photos.