Gouache on handmade paper, unfinished
Prince Lir: A happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.
Molly Grue: But what if there isn’t a happy ending?
Schmendrick: There are no happy endings, because nothing ends.
- The Last Unicorn.
Gouache and watercolor on paper, 2009
“You are not surprised at the force of the storm–
You have seen it growing
…Now you must go out into your heart
as onto a vast plain. Now
the immense loneliness begins
…
The days go numb, the wind
sucks the world from your senses like withered leaves.Through the empty branches the sky remains.
It is what you have…”- Rilke’s Book of Hours II,1
Gouache on paper, 2006
“Begin at once to live, and count each separate day as a separate life.” — Seneca
I love this! What a way to start a Saturday morning!
The words Seneca used:
BEGIN
Such potency, such motivation in that word. BEGIN, my friends! let’s! 
AT ONCE
The time is now, focus on now. What are you waiting for, really?
TO LIVE
Just like a chair chairs, a person persons. We live, and so we be who we’re meant to be — we ripen and blossom and bear fruit…
and do the same thing over again EACH DAY. Separate day = separate life.
Wonderful! Tara let’s, bagets, forget all your troubles, forget all your cares… and go Downtown
(things will be great when you’re
Downtown — you’ll find a place for sure
Downtown — everything’s waiting for you)!
HAHA, happy day, friendlies XOXO
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Sent as email to friends on September 15, 2007.
Gouache on paper, 2002
My waterloo has always been patience.. I’ve always found it hard to believe in the “calculated jump” in actualizing a dream: what people call baby steps or weighing out options.. I find taking one’s time to be a great deterrent; it paralyzes. For me, when you jump, you jump. All out. Bahala na si batman. And so far, this structureless, armalite approach has worked for me..
Last year, though, I learned something about patience..and restraint…and all their wonderful, painful offspring. A difficult lesson (we stubborn girls don’t learn otherwise), but maybe impactful in a way I am only beginning to understand..
What does it mean to wait? Cris told me years ago that women, by nature, wait. It’s what we do. I refused the idea then, because waiting seemed so passive, reactionary, weak. And what could be more truthful than acting on gut?
But there is a steady power to it… to waiting without going insane… to letting things unfold, to not thinking too much, to welcoming the silence and (seeming) inaction that come with the wait.
“To let each impression and each embryo of a feeling come to completion, entirely in itself, in the dark, in the unsayable, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own understanding, and with deep humility and patience to wait for the hour when a new clarity is born: this alone is what it means to live as an artist: in understanding as in creating.” – Rilke, in Letters to a Young Poet
