“We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race and the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life but poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, ‘O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?’ Answer: that you are here; that life exists, that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”
Robin Williams (RIP) in his role as private school English teacher John Keating in Dead Poets Society
These days when I’m feeling cross, anxious or blue, I think to myself: “I’m just a fish swimming in water.” And then, I just swim. It really helps. Thought I’d share.
I made this drawing, oh, a good number of years ago. Inspired by this Pablo Picasso quote:
“When you come right down to it, all you have is your self. Your self is a sun with a thousand rays in your belly. The rest is nothing.”
I love this quote.
with a 1000 rays
in your belly.”
Remember this. Go bask in your self. In the glory of yourself.
ps This post itself inspired by @abstanfield!
“Where are you going? To Ghandahar?” — delivered in an incredulous tone armed with a figuratively raised eyebrow — is how an Iranian person might address someone who makes a fuss or takes a lot of things with them when going somewhere or on a trip. I guess back when this phrase of speech started, Ghandahar was the furthest reaches of the earth one’s mind could comprehend. I’m not taking a lot of things with me, and I’m trying not to make a fuss, and I’m certainly not going to Ghandahar, but I am going to Iran. Finally. After 35 years! Well, you if you’re reading Fig & Quince, you already knew that. All told, I will be gone for two months, give or take … approximately … more or less. That sounds like a long time and maybe it will be too long and it’ll drag and maybe it’ll be entirely too brief. Time will tell!
I don’t know how actively I’ll have Internet access or, more accurately, how often I’ll have the time or opportunity or desire to get online. I mean, odds are, I’ll be stuffing my face with something delicious instead. But, whenever possible, I’d love to share some Norooz festivities and fun highlights of my travel with you.
I’ll keep in touch mostly via Facebook. I’m leaving in 24 hours (yikes!) so do “friend” me beforehand. You do want to be friends, don’t you? You might also find me on Twitter and Instagram. If we’re not following each other yet, let’s fix that. Find me so I can follow you back.
This trip was for the longest time a dream of mine and now it’s a reality. I’m excited to realize this dear ambition and I wish whatever yours is, it will come true as well. In its time. Under grace.
Happy Spring Lovely People! And Till soon!
My little nephew has become smitten by playing chess. He wanted to play and there were no chess sets at hand. So my brother whipped up this chess set before you could say check mate. Pretty cool, no? Very charming in presence. Only flaw: even a sigh and the king and queen and all the horsemen and soldiers would be aflutter … all over the place.
ps I’m writing this post by email to test out the feature. Hope it comes out OK. If not, excuse the wonkiness.
Noosheh jaan (sometimes spelled nusheh jaan) literally means: “may it be sweet for your soul”,”may it be a pleasure to your being”. That sounds quite florid, but in common parlance, the utterance simply signifies: bon appetit, good appetite! It is what we say to everyone at the table before we commence to stuff our faces with delicious, delicious, ridiculously delicious Persian food.
sometimes a dragon slips and falls. it happens. then the dragon breathes some fire, eats some bonbons, does some yoga and gets back up.
Whole Foods did a beautiful job of hosting the event. Providing baskets with pencils and paper; the friendliest staff; a brick when needed (heh!); and chocolate!
I gave a brief talk about collage (had to mention the 12th century Japanese calligraphy artists and Mary Delaney of course!) and then everyone got into their own creative groove and either drew and/or made collages. People seemed to be into it and had fun.
Here are some pix … click on one to start the slideshow:
Doesn’t it look like wholesome good fun?
Then afterwards, along with a few friends, we went to two art galleries nearby. Who knew about the cool art scene in Gowanus, Brooklyn? Very intriguing.
And after that, Mr. Ricardo walked me home. And gave me his blessings. The rain downpour had stopped by then too.
i love collage as an art vehicle because it is a forgiving, versatile and incredibly expressive medium. it is an art form that is not technically driven so much as it is emotionally and visually vested and I like that. these are some of mine that I count among my favorites.
do you make collages? if not: you really should. Scissor, glue, a mounting surface and some cutouts or found objects and a desire to make something or express a mood or feeling are all you need.