We unearthed this accidental "art":
Inside lid of long neglected box of pastels. Pastels that have been somewhere. Moved and jiggled around, longing to become form, volume, light - pears, flowers, chairs. |
not under the sun |
cumulus clouds, the word "cumulus" from the latin word for "heaps" of something - in our case it's um, heaps of used tissues.
Now let's talk about chicken soup. When you are sick, you have too much time to think about such things as the fact that Kleenex tissues are pathetic little wastes of cellulose and Puffs are superior. Or in this case, why is chicken soup so right to eat when you are sick? Okay, your own core is munted (favorite slang from New Zealand), so that is why you need to slurp down the marrow of other creatures to restore yourself. And, of course, you may be feeling too blah to make your own chicken soup, so you reach for:
Andy Warhol, genius |
Or maybe just a little art moment.
Louise Bourgeois |
Have a heart felt week and may you have the time to make your own soup of life.
Send recipes to FAF@homelandinspiration.org
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