GREAT THOUGHTS = GREAT MINDS
Great mind = great thoughts
Gabri,
Your notes are full of charm and an elegance that tastes like fine wine for my tired and distracted mind... thank you, whatever the reason you chose to look up my profile and write to me at all. I long for rain the rich scent of forest and the sea. :) I envy your trips with your Biologist friend, sounds like wonderful simplicity, not least being able to share ideas with such tactile presence. I knew I missed this... your notes remind how much....
I don't mind if you ramble or brainstorm, be random as you please... it's lovely, it somehow gives me a sense of being in a studio with you...and you talk your thoughts out loud to me as you work.. :)) It's funny that I receive your messages at a time where I feel compelled to paint, where I feel so deeply drawn to the process and have already been considering putting a brush to canvas..
I have too a pile of rough marble stones from a trip I made a few years back to the Carrara mountains not far from where I live. they call my name too.. I don't know... it is strange.
I read what you wrote about your father and your studio. we share something in having lost everything... : stories are different, but somehow I sense the heart and strength that grew alive from that pain is very much the same.
I love how you comapre making art to cooking... and music. In a very distant life I was a dancer.. so yes, you speak a language my skin recognises... :) and I am both humbled and honoured by your generosity.. You make me wish I was born a painter.
x
Your notes are full of charm and an elegance that tastes like fine wine for my tired and distracted mind... thank you, whatever the reason you chose to look up my profile and write to me at all. I long for rain the rich scent of forest and the sea. :) I envy your trips with your Biologist friend, sounds like wonderful simplicity, not least being able to share ideas with such tactile presence. I knew I missed this... your notes remind how much....
I don't mind if you ramble or brainstorm, be random as you please... it's lovely, it somehow gives me a sense of being in a studio with you...and you talk your thoughts out loud to me as you work.. :)) It's funny that I receive your messages at a time where I feel compelled to paint, where I feel so deeply drawn to the process and have already been considering putting a brush to canvas..
I have too a pile of rough marble stones from a trip I made a few years back to the Carrara mountains not far from where I live. they call my name too.. I don't know... it is strange.
I read what you wrote about your father and your studio. we share something in having lost everything... : stories are different, but somehow I sense the heart and strength that grew alive from that pain is very much the same.
I love how you comapre making art to cooking... and music. In a very distant life I was a dancer.. so yes, you speak a language my skin recognises... :) and I am both humbled and honoured by your generosity.. You make me wish I was born a painter.
x
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