The film's occasional cuts to flowers and streams and trees and birds...the painter looking at nature...were wonderful. I thought about my morning walks, and how my appreciation for the simplest tree branches and leaves... has grown. Colors and lines and texture. It's everywhere.
I find myself enjoying these things even when I'm driving sometimes, from my car. I'm careful though, and it becomes a kind of peripheral panorama of the senses. The Japanese Woodblock Prints show I saw last Friday were from the same time period, and I was able to see originals up close. I was reminded of a show of Van Gogh pen and ink drawings I saw once. You can feel the textures of paper and brush and ink.
I was thinking the other day - I want to do everything! But I can't. What I can do is appreciate and enjoy everything. I can be a "collector", an enjoyer if there is such a word, even if it's only through my eyes and in my mind.
huh? smack!
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