The practice of any art isn’t to make a living, it’s to make your soul grow.
Kurt Vonnegut.
Kurt's quotes seemed like an answer to my angst about money and art.
Meanwhile, this singer is making me smile. Most particularly, her song, 'You and I'.
I love the lines: let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance.
I was out early this morning, 5 celsius, a clear-sky day but the air hurts the lungs we decided. Cold or pollution, or both, we couldn't decide.
I'm using Frances Mayes book, Under the Tuscan Sun, to pull me through the quieter moments. The tram was packed coming home but I was off in my mind and wandering with her in Sovana, where she wrote of being in ancient places, We can walk here, the latest little dots on the time line. Knowing that, it always amazes me that I am intensely interested in how the map is folded, where the gas gauge is pointed, whether we have withdrawn enough cash, how everything matters intensely even as it is disappearing.