“Inspiration does exist but it must find you working.”
—Pablo Picasso
Thank you, Karen Resta for sharing
So, here I am working the blog thing and the rain is finally falling….and my umbrella is safely in car, not here with me in the coffee shop…..but after WEEKS of dry, a little rain isn’t a bother, not at all. It’s rather a relief. And I’m not made of sugar, so I won’t melt when I go out in it when I’m done here.
And it’s not that I’ve been uninspired as much as overwhelmed. And I’m no big fan of the whelmed feeling – that surge, that WAVE, that upside down feeling, both over turned and covered over.
Arcimbolo – The Cook – c. 1570
And I’m trying to avoid whiny – both in others and in myself.
On the NOT whiny front:
In the Month of May assorted Pilgrim colleagues
recreated a painting:
BTS – Molly and Sally
roasted ribs on a spit
roasted butter on a spit (that’s right, BUTTER)
and assorted other feats of culinary awesomeness
Meanwhile on the home front…..
A reasonable facsimile of the ancestral abode….
Packing, sorting, soot removing……and missing my books. I grab at random tomes each time I go through the old address not currently fit for habitation.
One recent grab –
Marlena Spieler’s From Pantry to Table – helped me feed my boy and keep my sanity back in the ’90’s…and now for those carrots I have to use soon….
AND the Hokusai show is still at the MFA.
I haven’t missed it yet….now THERE’S a wave to be overwhelmed by….
The Great Wave off Kanagawa
