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Time Goes By


There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: patience is everything!  7

– Poet. Rainier Maria Rilke

Tree’s start out small from a tiny seed and grow into these great strong ever powerful organic forces of life. They don’t rush for anyone, they grow slow and steady, knowing that they will make it to where they are meant to be in their own time. From afar, they are symmetrical, but the closer you get you can see with all of the intricate detail that one by one each branch and leaf is unique and beautiful. A tree is quiet and it is strong, it provides shade, oxygen, beauty in summer spring and fall and it also brings inner peace. Its presence of just being still reminds us that it is okay to take time to breathe and just be. And, it even dances in the wind.

A Tree In Spring. Drawn by Anne Marie Horan. 2009. New York. This illustration is an example of how trees appear to be symmetrical from afar, but when you look more closely, you can see their are small differences in the details.

The poster above is an advertisement designed in 1967. Mr. Louis Sudano, the owner and designer of the DYNAMITE DISCOTHEQUE in Brooklyn. The place was advertised as the world’s largest discotheque at the time. Illustrated by George Jay Rogers, the illustration grows, like something from nature, starting from the center and outward, like a root. It looks symmetrical from afar, but when you look closer you will see that there are small intricate organic shapes throughout. The message from the illustration narrates the groovy trip you’ll be stepping foot into when you enter this Dynamite Discotheque.

There was even a radio announcement, ‘Dynamite is Dy-na-miteLocated in the Flatbush section of Brooklyn on 1830 Coney Island Avenue, near Avenue O Brooklyn.

During the late 60’s, ideas from eastern culture were growing infused with modern society. The club and the ad for Dynamite Discotheque evolved with this movement. Beatles member George Harrison’s interest in the Eastern culture had an enormous influence into the west, Harrison was “leading his band mates on a spiritual quest towards Eastern philosophy and finding inner peace, which greatly influenced their work during the later 1960s” (1).. Planting the influence of the Sitar from Ravi Shankar and Transcendental Meditation under Maharishi Mahesh Yogi into their music, spreading Eastern Culture into modern and pop culture, rapidly carried over with the wind (aka. radio waves).

The poster is 16 ½” by 12 ½” in size. You can see the right and left side of the design are symmetrical figures with a little bit of freedom. Giving it a closer look, the border of the poster is filled with small organic shapes that fit together resembling henna design, an eastern tradition of temporary tatooing (4). The picture is lively, emotional and busy. With just enough flat space to keep you from getting dizzy

Using only black and white lets it be simple amongst all the crazy intricate details. Large bold black eye catching capital letters with serifs are hand drawn standing right above a flat portrait of a mysterious woman’s face. She has “…Eastern mystical (features) in stylized, flat graphic form” (3). The flat artistic features of her face resemble artwork similar to full frontal clarity style of the ancient Egyptian artwork. The illustrated facial features consist of almond shaped eyes, full lips and a distinct nose. Her necklace looks like jewelry inspired by eastern society. Her long, wild, tangled hair gives hints to Medusa, a character from Greek mythology. And in fact patrons of this nightclub state that in the entrance of this space they are welcomed with a giant rendering of the same ladies head, designed to portray Medusa, which indeed was Medusa. Painted in day glow colors glowing in the night, her hair spread throughout each exotic room of the club. It’s a wonder no one turned to stone. The night owls that came to visit this club were welcomed to enjoy the onion dome arches, yoga mats, a rubber room to bounce around, a juice bar cafe, and a room to dance in, carried by a tune from a musical band. Not to mention, the Brooklyn based band Alive and Kickin‘(5) took root in this club. This for sure sounds like a place where you can relax and just be.

The same artist that illustrated this poster also finished the walls of Dynamite Discotheque. The theme of the poster is consistent carried throughout the partitions of the night club. “The whole area is indescribably enhanced by luminous murals designed by by George J. Roger, tasteful renderings of Egyptian and Indian themes” (2). Following through the poster design, the woman’s portrait, surrounded on her left and right side with a bold black vertical organic stripe design that will lead you through to the lower letters whose purpose is to explain the reason of this poster, which is to invite party goeers in to the Dynamite Discotheque night club.

And with this eastern cultural movement we are left with awesome music, yoga, and a better understanding to be like a tree and let things be. To transfuse with nature and let nature take over sometimes.

And so, despite the stormy weather, the wind, and the snow, the branches and time goes by and leaves still flourish when they are supposed to. The tree makes it to where it is to be at the right time. You’ll see that we can be like that to if we just let things be.

I can go on and write the lyrics of the song ‘Let it Be’.  I think that we all need to pay a visit to Dynamite Discotheque, have a seat on a yoga mat with our juice from the juice bar and listen to the Beatles “Let it Be”, as time goes by and our rushes are carried away through the strands of Medusa’s hair blowing in the wind.



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(This post is not complete yet. There are still works to be cited and visuals to be added. Please stay tuned.)




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1 Kozinn, Allan. “George Harrison, ‘quiet Beatle’ and lead guitarist, dies at 58.” New York Times (Late New York Edition) December 1, 2001: A1, A24

2 Gross, Aelx. “DYNAMITE DISCOTHEQUE.” THE east village OTHER

Aynsley, Jeremy, “A century of graphic design.” Great Britain: Octopus Publishing Group, 2001

4 Mirza, Zaynab. Mehndi Body Painting. London: Carlton Books Limited, 1998. Print.

5 Alive and Kickin’.  TighterTighter. Roulette Records. Alive and Kicken. 1970. Record

6 The BEATLES. Let It Be.  Apple Records. Let It Be. 1970. Record

7 Rilke, Rainer M., Letters To A Young Poet. New York | London. W.W. Norton & Company. 1934. Print.

8 Horan, P. Edward. Tree In Hawaii. 2010. New York.


Happy Valentines Day!


The final design chosen for Valentines Day.

“If I could like that you liked my post; I would.” 

Valentines day is a day of sharing warm and caring feelings. It is about bringing out the love and affection that we sometimes forget to share. With our hectic schedules and professional priorities, love might need a little extra highlight.

And so I wanted to let you all know that I appreciate your likes. I designed a card for my social media friends. When friends “like”my posts whether it be on Facebook or Instagram or the like, I take it as a smile. It does not specifically mean that they agree what I am saying, it just means that they acknowledge what I wrote. It is a smile, and when we smile in person it is our human nature to smile back. So when friends like one of my posts it is my instinct to want to like it back. And I wish I could so that they know that I liked that they liked my post. So I made you all a greeting card.

I designed a variety of cards but with feedback of family and friends, I came to the result that Valentines Day is supposed to be warm and fuzzy. So I chose to use the pink design with white dots because the colors translate love and fuzz.


The final design chosen for the Valentines Day Post


A variation of the Valentines Day Post



An alternate variation of the Valentines Day post.


The pencil sketch on paper of the Valentines Day post including the typography used, which is are hand drawn letters inspired by Lousie Fili.


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No Room at the Inn (Part III)

NRI3Far across the universe — in this still moment in time. Hours stood still. On the third night of our stay, in our stay in the Inn, in Cuneo, because there was no room for us in Paris. We were hungry after a day of grandma visits, driving in the snow and dance party ice skating. The stars are out and it is time for dinner again. And in fact, it is my birthday. I took a short moment of personal time. I went into our room to change into dinner clothes and took a short moment of silence for myself to regroup.

I went outside and crossed the few feet from the Inn, past the barn, to the restaurant. There were more people there than what we started off with. There was a long table covered in cloth with two rows of plates on either side. A party was waiting for us. Not because it was my birthday but because it was the day after Christmas. The room just looked so beautiful and there my Poinsettia was standing to the side of the  welcoming counter. And so, there was a group of people. a good group, about ten or twelve. Before we sat down we had a ‘Cocktail hour” if you will. We had some wine and mingled with the other guests. Batti, the owner of the Inn, bed and breakfast and barn asked “How is your cold?” In Italian, remember the cold I had the day before? Daniel translated to me what he said and I smiled and said ah much better after the medicine, thank you. Batti smiled and held a plate of food in front of me. He said have some, it will make your cold better, in Italian. Daniel translated that to me again. The food looked like cheese. I was like okay, (I don’t know how cheese will make my cold feel better) but I listened and took a slice. And it did help me feel better. But they smiled and chuckled, something was said in Italian. I smiled and nodded as if I knew what they were saying, and then I said ‘What?’ What was it you ask? It was lard!! so gross. I wouldn’t have eaten it had I known. But I ate it, and it actually did kind of taste good. They eat that, like a normal thing to eat in Italy. So ha ha ha we all laughed that I ate lard.

We found our seats near the end of the table and dinner is served. Like I said, there is a good crowd. The seat was filled to the left of me, Ethan and Daniel sat across from me, a girl from Malta was to the right of me, and her boyfriend, and then there was another girl, with this crazy awesome accent. She was like trained in French, Italian, British and a few other languages and her accent reflected all. She had her own unique accent. Her father was the city mayor who in fact ate with us too. And that girls boyfriend was there and the mayors wife was there and a few bunch of other people. And we had wine and dinner and regalled each other with tales, to me it felt pretty cool that I got to have the day after Christmas dinner with the mayor and his family.

Then, THEN, the lights were turned off, a cake with candles was brought out and everyone began to sing ‘Boun Compleanno’ and the cake was placed in front of me! And the town mayor was singing, to me! and I was so touched. “How old are you?” Ethan asked me in English. Venti Sei, I said.


A rendering of the Italian restaurant. Color sketches to be added in the future.

On December 27th it was our last day in Cuneo, and a beautiful day. Hours before this day there was  snow fall. Layers and layers of snow. On this day the sun was shining bright against the white snow. The day air was bright. It was fresh and cool, kind of like the environment you feel when you are skiing. The sky is blue and the ground is white and the air is fresh and you hear a crunch crunch crunch everywhere you step.

Hop in the truck! We are going hiking! Andiamo! Lets go! And we’re off. First stop, off to the nearby family to pick up some hiking clothes. My boots were not made for hiking. I borrowed guys boots that were a little to big, but they worked and someone else’s bright red winter coat. Next stop, the mountain.

Away we go, Daniel, Ethan our friend from Malta, her boyfriend and the mayors daughter and her boyfriend, and the dog came with us. And march! To the top of the mountain we went. Everything along the way was white, the ground, the trees, the branches, the signs, the benches, the rocks, the river. If it wasn’t white, it was an icicle. Please view the pictures below for a better idea. Ethan leading the way! Over the river and through snow, our midpoint stop, I’m not going to say the top of the mountain, but it was pretty up hill. At this up hill rest stop was a cabin in the woods. We walked in, sat down, and then we had polenta and Vin Brûlée and rested. And then the Journey was over and we walked back to our car.

And so this was our last day of our stay in the Inn. Time would not allow us to stay any longer for we had to go back home to regroup of our next journey.

As you can see below are some pictures of this day. You can see how truly pure the afternoon truly is.

When I got home after my Italian Journey I told my mother about the story. And she told me “That sounds like the story of ‘No Room at the Inn!'”



No Room at the Inn (Part II)

NRI2And so.. Swimming in the night, over and through the stars well into the morning and eccchhhhhhhheeeeeggm, I woke up Christmas morning with a scratchy throat. I stayed in bed.

Word spread and Batti called me downstairs. He gave me an over the counter medicine that was powder. The powder liquifies when water is added to it. The drink was a minty flavor with medicine too powerful to be sold in United States but powerful enough to blast through the phlegm in just a short amount of time and safely bring me to health in Italy. I took a nap while my friends went to visit family in town for a Christmas lunch. Batti stayed next door hosting the restaurant and told me if I wake up I am welcome to come down, I wanted to, but I felt shy, so I didn’t.

So — eeeeeeecccccchhhhhggggggghhh the phlegm broke through, I jumped out of bed and got dressed. I was picked up and greeted with a huge English hello by Ethan’s girlfriend and the five of us drove to a local Italian bar and spent the evening there with other Italian friends from the town.

And then we went back to the Inn and slept for the night; nothing too exciting. In the morning we went to another coffee place. You never run out of coffee places in Italy. So we went to one, and my throat was still a little scratchy and not ready for coffee. I will tell you what I had. The Barista had unlimited oranges on the marble bar top and she made me FRESH SQUEEZED ORANGE JUICE! so delicious. And guess what else today is. It is December 26th. my birthday! Ethan and Daniel planned to visit their Grandma and took us along with them. She lived in an apartment/house that was built in like the 1600’s. Ciao! Ciao! Comè stai!? aaah bennne!! e tù? aaaah molto bene!!! Grazzzie! We went inside and, I don’t know she was so warm and loving. I didn’t take any pictures of her beautiful home because I didn’t think it was appropriate to take pictures of the inside of her house.  She had made fresh home made spaghetti; it was on the counter ready to be boiled and she had orange peels on the stove simmering filling the air throughout the house with the smell of orange. Now — I will tell you I can not figure out how she did this. I have tried to repeat this natural orange air technique on my own and the peels always burn. If you know how, totally comment and let me know. She had the orange peels bare on the stove top.. not in anything, no water no oil, nothing. I don’t know how she did it. She was chatting up a storm in italian, Daniel and Ethan knew what she was saying. The time was so nice… I wasn’t home, but with this family I was home. Italian’s are great for making you feel that way. She served us the pasta with her very own Bolognese sauce and served us Panettone cake for dessart. She had like a classic tv with knobs and antennas. After we ate she showed us around her home. I kind of wanted to stay there for a long time. But we had places to be and people to see.

Alas, adventure awaits and guess what. It’s snowing! Ethan had the perfect car for snow. It could plow right through, but it wasn’t a snow plow truck. just a truck. Ethan said what do you want to do? And I said I want to go dancing. It was the middle of the afternoon. I didn’t think we’d actually go dancing. I just said it. But I guess a light bulb struck Ethan and he drove us around and we parked. Guess what we did. We went ice skating and skated to music. So it was pretty much like dancing. The thoughtfulness of the idea is beautiful. So we skated, and then it was snowing pretty heavy and we drove around for a while in the snow touring the woodland neighborhood. The area wasn’t your average Long Island suburb. It was more like a mountain town.

I think I mentioned this day is my birthday. When we arrived back to the Inn we were once hungry again.

And I will continue on with my story in Part III. Below are some pictures that I took on this day. You can see pictures of me in front of the Inn, Ethan chasing his dogs, a horse in the barn (did I mention they have a barn?) and some photo’s that I snapped on our drive through the storm. Oh yeah and me on the day time dance party Ice Skating rink!

Thanks for reading! Look forward to Part III coming soon! 🙂





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No Room at the Inn, Part I

NRI1And so… on this holiday excursion that I have described some pages ago (in From Lemons to Lemonade: Fighting for an Adventure); I must remind you that it is the season of snow. From the winter moon of mid December to mid January. At this time, Christmas is in the air and might I add to you, my birthday too.

READ | From Lemons to Lemonade: Fighting for an Adventure

The trip was full of many adventures. One story at time. I regaled you with my my ski trip, and now to present to you, my story, of my stay at the inn, in print — before it fades away.

A recap if you will — in December of 2010 I was blessed with the opportunity to visit Torino, Italy. On this trip we pursued many excursions. The Torino lifestyle is totally different than that of Long Island, New York. So everywhere we stepped foot, was a great site to see, whether next door to the local grocery market, or one of the many shopping squares, where there were beautiful lights. And this one in particular, a man playing piano in one of the windows of the song ‘Hallelujah’ in Italian.

And on this story the scene takes place in Cuneo, Italy. It was holiday break. It was mid December to mid January. It was cold. The space was quiet, most of the students in the neighboring apartments had gone back home to be with their loved ones. It was just us and a trickled few. We had Gurkon (from Turkey) and Vincent (from France, right on the border of Belgium) and Daniel from a Southern U.S. state.

Gurkon was with us for a little bit in the beginning. I carried on the plane, some toys from the U.S. to give to his son. Gurkon kept oranges on the porch outside his room to keep them fresh and cold, love that idea. Gurkon also had long hair and a super powerful hair dryer and he was super generous. He wanted me to have his amazing super powerful hair dryer but It would’ve blown up my American outlets so I didn’t keep it. Thank you Gurkon for your offer. Gurkon stayed for a few days but went home to his wife and kids just in time before the Holidays.

There was Vincent. Vincent was like a micro computer person. He was studying how to do all of those micro things people do with computers. Vincent was French but kind of Belgium too. He had this small tiny car that yet had room for 5 full people; it could fly in and out of traffic. He in fact picked me up from the airport with this car. He stayed around with us and straggled until the last minute and then left to visit his family.

And then there was Daniel. Daniel was super tall and he had long blonde hair and was super nice. He introduced me to gelato with cookies, so good. Daniel is American and had family a train ride away in Cuneo.. He stayed for a little bit and went back to Cuneo just before Christmas.

Now what about me? You ask… Well our plans are to go to Paris, passionate place. Boy could I not wait to see the the holiday set up they had.  On Christmas eve morning, it was time for our flight. We woke up early, hopped in a cab and were on our way. Making it through the airport chaos you can imagine during this time. We look up at the flight board and blink. We blink again and again and again. and What!!! How can this be true! Tears welled up in my eyes, our flight and all outgoing flights to the Charles Degualle airport were — what??!! cancelled!!! I was so sad. What do we do now?? So now I am far away from my family, I can not see my munchkin niece and nephew on Christmas and we have to go back and spend Christmas in the smelly apartment. They didn’t even supply adequate amount of water for the toilette. Yes, I’m not kidding.. the water supply was like a quarter high into the toilette. so gross.

So, sadly, we headed back. Crammed into this bus with like an inch of space per person. So back in the apartment. What are we going to do now? And to boot, the hotel in France will not return our deposit. Well Daniel is not too far.. maybe we can visit him. And we thought technology was limited in Torino, talk about in the Cuneo mountains! Boy, I’ll tell ya.. these things don’t come easy. It was impossible to get a hold of him. So one person made call after call, and what was I doing while they were calling Daniel. I went across the street to the other local supermarket to get a gift to bring to the host – just incase they have room for us. I don’t know who these people are. I picked up a plant. I found a Poinsettia and thought well maybe this will be nice. When I got back to the apartment with the plant we were all good. Well okay, so we aren’t going to Paris, but at least we’ll have the warmth of family.

My goodness… We couldn’t get to Paris but boy was this a blessing. We grabbed our bags and my Poinsettia and we were off. We got our tickets. I forgot I was in an Italian speaking country and blurted to the conductor, (is this the train going to Cuneo?) She looked up in shock like “I haven’t heard that one before” and nodded her head yes. So I guess she understood, I think, I hope she did because we listened to her nod. We squished on the train. It was like a four hour train ride. I guarded the plant with my life. A person sat across from me. You better not knock my plant over biotch. This is a special gift. And I’m gonna say, lets say the train ride was accurately 4 hours… we listened to a man singing in what sounded to me like a 3 hour and 45 minute (i’m gonna say what sounded muslim) prayer… the entirrrrrrrrre ride. But it was nice. And I had a window seat. The scenery was nice too.

Park the train, we are here! And look! There is Daniel with his cousin Ethan down the hill on the road in a pick up truck! Here to pick us up!! Yaaaay for warm Italian family!! and off we go.

This trip was a beautiful miracle.

The family could not have been more generous. The night we got there, (Yes it was dark by the time we got there after all has been said and done) I gave the father, Batti, the Poinsettia. He said Grazie. Ethan and Daniel took us to the local pizzeria where we ate delicious pizza (my fave). And the people spoke Italian, obviously. So it was an authentic pizzeria. So good. And then we went back to where we were staying. You see Ethan and his father run a bed and breakfast. So they had their cabin where they lived (and let us sleep) and then right next door, the cabin where they had a restaurant. So after we had pizza we waited like an hour or so, and then we had a full multi course dinner with like antipasti, fish, wine, etc….

And then we settled in, in the Inn, I called home and said hi to my niece and nephew and family while the family was over my parents for Christmas eve. I cried a little because I missed them.

I suppose really it wouldn’t have been that bad to spend Christmas back in the apartment. Looking back.. I mean just being there would have been enough.. but we don’t always see these things in the heat of a moment.

These are all of the pictures that I have of my story so far. I have them posted below. There is a picture of the town square where I heard the man playing piano and singing ‘Hallelujah” and some photos of the town of Cuneo up to my first night (where I am ending this post). I would’ve taken more If I knew I would be taking them for viewers!

Stay tuned for No Room at the Inn, Part II!


This is a statue in one of the town squares.


This is the castle of Piazza Castello in one of the Turin squares.


This is the square where we heard the man playing piano and singing to the song ‘Hallelujah’


This is a water fountain on the street that constantly streams water. Except they didn’t have enough water for the toilets.. Even in winter. Do you see, there is some ice on the floor?


This is a sign on the train.


This is one of the cobblestone roads in the village of Cuneo


This is a manger set up in the village of Cuneo.

I also installed a video of Hallelujah for you sung by Jeff Buckley. There are so many versions but this one is my fave. I invite you to watch!

Is the grass really greener on the other side?

Edouard Manet (1832-1883) Lunch on the Grass 1863 Oil on canvas H. 208; W. 264.5 cm © RMN -Grand Palais(Musée d'Orsay) / Hervé Lewandowski

Edouard Manet (1832-1883)
Lunch on the Grass
Oil on canvas
H. 208; W. 264.5 cm
© RMN -Grand Palais(Musée d’Orsay) / Hervé Lewandowski

But the grass ain’t always greener on the other side. It’s green where you water it.
As Long As You Love Me: Justin Beiber featuring Big Sean

Now is the time of summer when grass grows green and fresh. Made lush and full by dirt, water and sun. All of the forests that rested quiet in winter under frozen clouds, now thrive with color and life and that fresh grass smell. Not all of the sprouts are grown, some patches fall unattended, found dull and scarce. All that these empty paths need is a little bit of love, and they will bloom too, just like the lively filled life of their neighbor.

And so, is the grass really greener on the other side?

We are all familiar with the phrase the grass is greener on the other side. The words are said in common moments when ideas are expressed of wanting what he hear about in the distance, someone has something better, where one feels that they will be happier if they have what they don’t already have.

In the song As Long As You Love Me by Justin Bieber featuring Big Sean; Big Sean dares to contradict this classic statement by telling us that the grass is greener on the other side isn’t true! he sings, the grass isn’t greener on the other side, it’s green where you water it. In reality, Mr. Big Sean in fact does indeed have a point. And I have this painting by Manet presented to you to prove it.

The grass indeed is NOT greener on the other side. It is green where you want it to be green. Some contours of this painting are defined and some of the space is left at ease. Some of you might say the grass is greener in the foreground, with details drafted into focus, or perhaps you are drawn to look into the distance, where this painting is a light wash and consider the sight further away to be a greener value.

Do you prefer the space in focus or out of focus? Manet led the way into impressionism with this picture. He was observed to be a headstrong individual, resistant to his teachers, he listened and learn from them, but when it came down to it, he painted what he wanted, disregarding the trend. This painting Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe (Lunch Time on the Grass) was totally out of the norm for its time in 1863. Closer to us in the space is where you can see he spent most of his energy, what you are looking at is a nude lady sitting casually, playing it cool and engaging us into the occasion with her direct confrontational stare. Another female is depicted on the lighter side enjoying the brook. The party is accompanied with two well groomed gentleman all enjoying some type of picnic. Some might say this painting is uncouth, indecent. The style doesn’t make sense and what classy lady sits nude with two gentleman? Others.. this captured lunch party is a great idea!

In the song; as Justin sings about love, Big Sean continues to run on with his solo:

Used to tell me sky’s the limit, now the sky’s is our point of view
Man now we stepping out like Whoa!
Camera’s point and shoot,
Ask me what’s my best side, I stand back and point at you
The one that I argue with, I feel like I need a new girl to be bother with,
But the grass ain’t always greener on the other side,
It’s green where you water it
So I know, we got issues baby true
But I’d rather work on this with you
Than go ahead and start with someone new
As long as you love me

Looking at Lunchtime on the Grass mimics a photograph before they had photographs; as if it were taken with an SLR mega pixel camera. Zooming into the picnic and capturing the depth of field, focusing on the side nearer to us and leaving the space towards the back slightly out of focus.

So Big Sean, he says that times aren’t always perfect but he’d rather nurture what he loves, than start over and dedicate his time to someone new.

Over the course of centuries our friends have had their own form of beauty, so of course we have ours. That is the order of things. All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory.

Without intention, this painting became a message of leadership and initiated a revolt against classical & formal art. Opening the doors to impressionism and allowing waves to flow into a future of free thinking imagination and masterpeices.

Design comes to life when you work it with passion. Manet opened the doors to allow freedom and imagination into the artistic world with this painting by going against the norm and taking initiative to feature odd characters and leave the background a little out of focus in a classical world. But what makes it so good is that opposing views bring love passion and intuition to the surface.

Energy is added to the visual language with triadic colors of yellow, green and blue. Order is created with a visual triangle

The best part of the picture is up to you. Is it greener in the foreground or the background? Which do you prefer? Do you prefer what is closest to you or in the distance?

Personally, I think it is nice to look at it as though the grass is greener in the space that is closer to us. Just like in life…. It is nicer to think that the grass is not greener on the other side but truly is greener in our closest circle, where nurture and give the most love.

But. Love is blind. It does not go green with envy. So I suppose when you are in love, the grass is green on both sides. 😁

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Justin Bieber Feat Big Sean. As Long As You Love Me. Darkchild, Andre Lindal, 2012. CD.


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The Sun That Rises 


Young Woman with a Water Pitcher Artist: Johannes Vermeer (Dutch, Delft 1632–1675 Delft) 1662 Oil on canvas 18 x 16 in. (45.7 x 40.6 cm) Paintings Marquand Collection, Gift of Henry G. Marquand, 1889

I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else.

— C.S. Lewis

And so, it is still very early in the morning. Stars from the night begin to fade. With birds chirping as dawn approaches, the air is slowly turning from darkness to orange, or, are those colors the sunset? Either way, we are talking about the sunrise here. Meanwhile, by the sun, the morning glow brings life. Structures turn from solid flat silhouettes to objects with sides, color and depth.

And so, early in the morning, the sun is still just rising. First to wake, the young woman rises out of bed in the dark gray space and strolls to the kitchen. By a window pieced together with stained glass, light escapes from the outside in, inviting the young woman to open it, allowing life to flood into the house.

Soon enough the children will wake and stir through the rooms looking for waffles, pancakes and pofferties sprinkled with sugar, as they prepare for their day.

This painting is “Young Woman With a Water Pitcher” Vermeer painted this in Delft, more well known as the land of Amsterdam in 1662. It is oil on canvas hanging in the Metropolitan Museum of Art and is 18″x16″.

As she pulls the window frame towards her, dawn escapes in along with the morning cheers and sounds of brass bells rung by sailors on the boats passing through. Looking out the frame both east and west are the rays of the sun glimmering on gray waters of the Amsterdam canals.

And so, sidewalks on the perimeter of the waterways are just waking up. The temperature is still cool and damp. People are stepping out of their narrow, connected, forward leaning canal houses and out onto the brick walkways, sweeping away the morning dew with a broom. Friends are strolling to the market festooned with delicious sausages, meat, bread, cheese, tea, milk, tulips, cinnamon, woven lace, blue and white tiles and other lovely fineries to bring back home. Here in the heart of the city, perhaps Dam Square, friends are bumping into neighbors having friendly conversation, exchanging recipes, and catching up with each other.

In those days it was a time of good fortune for Holland. Delft was a prosperous city. With 165 canals of water (4 seriously major ones) and with names like Singel, Herengracht, Prinsengracht, and Keizersgracht and other notable canals like Zwanenburgwal, Brouwersgracht, Kloveniersburgwal, Brantasgracht, Lamonggracht, Majanggracht and Seranggracht (can you pronounce these words? I can’t.), goods were easily transported in and out of the neighborhood.

And in those days Amsterdam was a calm and tranquil society. The people are free and at ease. They don’t look to argue. The village flourishes by their hard work.

Vermeer is a Dutch artist. His paintings do not tell stories, at best he captures the beauty of everyday life (also known as genre art).  “The Young Woman with a Water Pitcher” is one of 35 of Vermeer’s paintings. “The Young Woman With A Water Pitcher” expresses tranquility. Put together with moments and objects from everyday life, the painting is realistic and seems as if it is in a stop action shot. We are looking through the wall of this ladies home, but she does not know we are. The picture will unfreeze at any second and she will begin to move.

Noticing by the detail of the surrounding area, we see the kitchen of a modest home. Vermeer gives perspective to his carefully chosen objects, in particular the table, window, jewelry box, water pitcher and also the dish, giving them life.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art states: “The subject here is an ideal woman in an ideal home, where beauty, luxury and tranquility coexist. The map and jewelry box suggest worldliness, but the sliver-gilt basin and pitcher would have been recognized (despite their expense) as a traditional symbol of purity. The linen scarves covering the woman’s head and shoulders were usually worn during a morning toilette.” The stained glass window also gives the painting a peaceful delicate mood. Reputation of the primary colors red, blue and yellow bring the picture together. The woman’s vibrant blue dress juxtaposed to the red embroidered table cloth creates an outstanding image. Tapestry weaving was a popular product during the 17th century, during the time of Vermeer’s life. In nature the morning sun shining in through the window would cause many shadows. Chiaroscuro, the transition from darkness to light builds depth and structure. He captured the figures that were brought to life by light well. Vermeer lived from 1632 – 1675.

So, light floods in and falls quietly on the woman, the young woman is about to look out of a window, possibly thinking of the voyages of her fellow countrymen returning home. She may even be looking forward to the return of her husband from his new world journeys.

A little bit of history

During the 17th century, the Dutch society had reached a point of political, economic and cultural greatness. A time of such prosperity is considered to be a “Golden Age.” In the previous century  “The 17th century also brought heightened economic competition to Europe. Much of the foundation for worldwide mercantilism – extensive voyage and geographic exploration, improved cartography and advances in ship building had been laid in the previous century.

In the 17th century however, changes in financial systems, lifestyles and trading patterns, along with expanding colonialism, fueled the creation of a worldwide marketplace. The Dutch founded the Bank of Amsterdam in 1609, which eventually became the center of European transfer banking.” Traders could now exchange their heavy precious goods for money, which was much lighter in weight. They did not have to transport heavy goods to use as payment anymore. In the century before, the Dutch found a way to perfect their ship building. Shipping and a lighter load allowed a greater variety of goods that could be traded. Industries were expanding and goods that could only be found in other countries like coffee from the islands, and tea from China could now be brought in to add to the economic wealth. Slaves were captured and shipped to European colonies and the Americas they were used to harvest crops such as sugar, tobacco and rice.

Shortly after the Netherlands gained independence from Spain in the late 16th century, Dutch businessmen developed cities in the new world, such as New Amsterdam, now known as New York.

About forty years later the British wanted to fight for the land and the Dutch decided rather than to waste their time on war efforts they…. they would turn their heads and allow the British to have the land, and face to another direction, towards the East India Trading Company.

Holland was also the only society allowed in to trade with China, giving Holland a boost with economic growth. Ships could enter into China. Holland was seen as an unassertive trading country that minded its own business; the ships only sailed in to trade, with no interest in influcencing the culture of China to be like Holland, leaving Holland harmless.

And, all other cultures were banned from China because China wanted to protect itself from being changed by other cultures.

The Dutch East India Company, which traded in spices, tea, silk, and other much-wanted commodities from China, was the largest of its kind and — in keeping with Holland’s commercial lead over Britain at the time — it was more successful than the British East India Company.

The beauty of Vermeer’s paintings, is not in his choice of subject but in the ways his scenes are portrayed. It is in how he uses light and color, proportion and scale, to enhance the moods of his figures. He imparts nuances of thought and meaning in his sense which are at once understandable but not totally explicit.

Ultimately, however beautiful or sensitive his paintings may be, they continue to appeal because they can never be completely explained.

Through them, artists strive to relate stories, ideas and moods. But because paintings outlive the generation in which they were created, they take on added historical interest. They become visual statements of the attitudes, moods and ideas of a different age.

Vermeer’s accurate depictions of maps, musical instruments, and paintings within paintings, and his interest in recording differences in textures of materials and the effects of sunlight and shadow, can only be understood in these terms.

Nevertheless realism of Dutch art was not always limited to the precise depictions of objects and effects of light. It is not an exact copy of nature, but it gives the appearance of having copied nature. What is amazing about this painting is that it is real. People actually looked like this,  dressed like this and decorated their apartments like this. Vermeer’s figures are often quiet and reserved and portray no marked emotion.

Now, you might be wondering. Hey, what about the other stuff Amsterdam is known for? Well.. thats not the point of my story. Those details are for another day.

Vermeer is a poetic and not a narrative painter, and the nuances of meaning that one receives are often fleeting and incomplete.
And so, the question is, what is the young woman with a water pitcher doing?

And the conclusion?

Well — paintings are basically a means of communication. Vermeer communicated through mood, rather than narrative. It looks like the woman is about to open the window to allow the light of the dawn flood into the room. After a night of rest and darkness, the sun rises and glows outside waiting patiently to flood the room carrying life in with it.

And so, with the presence of the sunlight, we only know what we see. It is what it is. Standing there with her hand on the window frame. It looks like she is about to look outside the window into the beautiful morning, but really — we just don’t know. Only our imagination can tell us.

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Young Woman With a Water Pitcher. 1662. Oil on Canvas. Marquand Collection/Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY, New York. 

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