Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Maurice Sendak: in loving memory

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”

Monday, May 7, 2012

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Sublime beauty by Klimt. Sent to me by my lovely mother-in-law from the Kunsthistorische Museum in Vienna this morning. How proud and strong her stance, gently holding a sceptre on her right and pointing the way to her left. Flowing soft crimson drapes her feminine form and a hint of foot, sandal strapped and naked make a tender appearance. I only wish for a slight smile to her face, a sign of softening. But I feel this is no time for that, she has a duty to uphold. I only understand too well.

Thursday, May 3, 2012

A beautiful woman

To imagine myself like this one day...
photo by Richard Phibbs