'We are reaching into the silence. Are we the music, whilst the music plays? Between the un-being and the being, sounds a hollow rumbling of wings... Am I here, or there, or elsewhere?' (With My apologies to T.S. Eliot)
Sunday, 31 October 2010
We shall grow older and our hair turn from darkness to light, yet our same heart is in there beating its melody every second. Beating, beating, bathing our brain that's keeping some of us sane and able to perform intricate tasks. Instructing our limbs, nerves and organs and at the merest hint of a thought from us, our brains can conjure up a picture of a person, a place, a painting. I am thinking of a painting. The Fighting Temeraire, by Turner, a painting I had on my bedroom wall when I was thirteen.There was something in that painting that made me feel calm. Maybe it was the great ghostly ship smoothly emerging from the mist accompanied by the vibrant tugboat in the glory of a golden sunset. Turner referred to this painting as "My Darling" and apparently refused to sell it. I still love it!
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Ooh! Ooh! Is that a glimpse of you?
Thanks for checking on me, Ms. J; all is well. Just recovering from a huge house-sorting and rummage sale, and still dealing with these blasted headaches. But tomorrow is a new month! Take care... xoxo
That is a wonderful painting. Turner could capture moods so perfectly. How lovely to read how much he loved it as well. I hope you are having a lovely day. xx
I agree with Josephine, this piece of art is just wonderful. Maybe, I'll find a bigger reproduction to look at it in detail.
Oh Wow! I love the first sentence you wrote here! Absolutely correct and something I am beginning to feel.:)
I also love the cat that is walking across your desk! Is he/she your cat? I've just acquired a cat today!!! A little cat who was hit by a car four weeks ago and is minus a tail but seems to be doing fine other wise. he needed a home, I needed a cat (or dog) so... it's a purrfect fit!
Many blessings (and so neat about your husband being an archer and St. Nicholas!)
Ann
Love the Turner insights; how could a girl of 13 recognize such beauty? xx's
How wonderful to have gazed at that glorious painting as a child. I'm certain it imparted great beauty to you to carry throughout all of your life.
Oh the minute I saw it I said, "TURNER!" I love his work so much. I saw a Turner exhibit at the NGA about 4 years ago. I couldn't get enough of it!
Yes, our hair grows light but inside we are still, maybe 25 ? :)
V
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