Jerry R Williams

Desensitizing to other than exclusively hetrosexual love

extraordinary

So original

Beautiful sculpture titled "Adam and Eve" Ukrainian sculptor Dmitry Ivanchenko.
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"Storm on the way" 🖤
By Jeff Stanford Artist, 2024

DEB RIMMERMAN" use my web site to communicate. Stop by sommeday.

Beautiful sculpture titled "Adam and Eve" Ukrainian sculptor Dmitry Ivanchenko.
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Wikipedia states: In traditional Japanese aesthetics, WABI SABI (侘寂) is a world view centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection.[2] The aesthetic is sometimes described as one of appreciating beauty that is "imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete" in nature.[3] It is prevalent in many forms of Japanese art.[4]

Wabi-sabi is a composite of two interrelated aesthetic concepts, wabi (侘) and sabi (寂). According to the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy, wabi may be translated as "subdued, austere beauty," while sabi means "rustic patina."[5] Wabi-sabi is derived from the Buddhist teaching of the three marks of existence (三法印, sanbōin), specifically impermanence (無常, mujō), suffering (苦, ku) and emptiness or absence of self-nature (空, kū), however, the two were originally seen as distinct concepts.[6]

Characteristics of wabi-sabi aesthetics and principles include asymmetry, roughness, simplicity, economy, austerity, modesty, intimacy, and the appreciation of both natural objects and the forces of nature: AND I LEARNED, WORN, THE PATINA OF AGE,

raconteur /răk″ŏn-tûr′noun One who tells stories and anecdotes with skill and wit. A relater; a storyteller. Similar: relaterstory-tellerA storyteller, especially a person noted for telling stories with skill and wit.

When someone once called me a raconteur, I thought it meant I was an accomplished Tennis player. (A term derived from skill with a tennis racket) Later when I learned its true definition I surmised it was a genetic, an aptitude of my Welsh genes. G.B. Shaw mentions it in describing Eliza Dolittles's fathers in Pygmalion.

My mother read to her three youngest to such a degree that her three youngest were slow readers, preferring her doing all the work. As youngest and only male, I always got the favored side so I could see the illustrations. We all loved Kipling. Grimes.
Hans Christian Anderson and various historical accounts of Lewis and Clark. I don’t recall E.R. Burroughs, or R.L.Stevenson.
Mother was not fond of rough and tumble stuff.

The late Celeste Rose invited me to occasionally attend A story tellers group./ I heard some swell stuff. I think I should see
If they still exists, Eugene id full of such fun social exchanges. I once attended a PAST LIFE REGRESSION POT LUCK/ held
appropriately on Macbeth Road. That night I dreamed I was my young Grandmother who died in 1918, either of the flue. Or
Typhoid, The story telling group might be ongoing, or I could start my own chapter.
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Volunteers Recreate Georges Seurat's Famous Painting “A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte” (1884) in Real Life along Beloit's riverfront in Wisconsin, in 2006. In conceiving this, the organizers wanted to keep things modern. Participants are wearing contemporary clothes with umbrellas substituted for the 19th-century parasols. (Photo: Public domain via Wikipedia; credit: Mark Preuschl: Flickr; mymodernmet com); collage by SJ

Painting is easy when you don't know how, but very difficult when you do. Edgar Degas 😊