Imagine traveling with your entire family, strangers or alone by land and waterway. Moving for miles with just a few things in hand, with the hopes of making life anew. This journey is tireless. You move through lands of many tongues only to be halted once you’ve arrived, to “the promised land.” The land of milk and honey. The one you’ve heard so much of and risked life and limb for the opportunity to make new, to make “better.” To be met with hoof and swinging leather. But the effort is no less, you still believe, you still hope. There should be a welcome sign for you. Some from faraway troubled lands, have been blessed by the clouds in the sky. Yet you traversed land, waded water, logged many miles under foot. I honor you, let your journey be blessed, let this new land with tragic beginnings, open herself to you, come, become, start anew. We all need to start anew.
A beam of light projected into the night sky, reminds us of the loss, perseverance and courage of that fateful day 20 years ago.
Not too long ago, I hopped a plane. To see some art. I’ve never done that before. But my heart made me do it. I had too. The excitement was overwhelming. My mom, not a fan of the big city, didn’t want me to go. I’m an adult. But obviously not to her. So a friend hooked me up with a chaperone, another adult, for my trip to the city of Angeles. He was good company and an amazing tour guide, so it worked out. The show was tantalizing. I swear to you, the painted subjects stared back as I stared at (them). I felt connected. Just some Gray (people), going about (their) Gray day, minding (their) Gray business. Like (them), I too really enjoy just going about my day, in real time, without the bother of the bother. Experiencing these paintings in person made me happy, just seeing the freedom, the simplicity of living a regular life. No matter how you look at it, the Grays are showing us how life should be lived, without unnecessary interruption and without fear.
I really do like them, breezeways. They make for good photos in my opinion and are nice to stand in on a breezy day, lol, I had to, sorry to whomever might be reading this!
Light, color and sound engulfed me as I made my way through the Van Gogh virtual gallery. The paintings projected like movies, the music punctuated by smoothly recited quotes from the eternal Van Gogh, it was beautiful. I felt connected, connected to people I did not know, just by being in the same room. I would like to say we all needed this meditative experience that utilized an intoxicating combination of sound, color, and light.