as i ran out the door to catch the 6:30 am bus and get to the bus stop
.... its bright light outside.
no grey sky of early dawn, but bright white sky.
as i look around me in wonder celebrating the light i see the sun peaking out from behind bare branches and a building. for a moment i look for the sun as that whole area is orange. i inhale the fresh crisp morning air and find my sun. and marvel at the colour difference to be able to see the sun.
a light breeze lifts the tendrils of my hurridly brushed hair. i pull my jacket a little closer and shiver a little. but there is a smile on my face.
i look around me with new eyes. the light green new tips of that big tree, the little red leaves growth on those hedges, the beautiful pink magnolia gloriously flowering in the yard next door. a couple of noisy canada geese fly right above us. woah hope they can see the giant redwoods as they fly so low. hmmm where are they coming from. there is no water that close by? hmmm...
for the first time i notice the freshly planted flower beds. spring is here.
for once i am glad the bus is late.
i smile at the copassenger and continue to look around me - which is there everyday but i dont notice them caught in the hustle and bustle of running helter skelter.
it reminds me of how much i love the early morning. the break of day.
ooh and one more.
not sure if it counts... but thought i'd share anyways.
for my design class i had to find a piece of artwork that had lots of repetition.
i was looking through artists and not really happy with what i was seeing.
and then BOOM!!! there appears Alexander Calder. WOW!!! his work blows me away. i try to work with black and white and one colour and mine looks NOTHING like his does.
to cut a long story short as i drowned in calder - looked at his influences - his life i was profoundly moved by his work. by his sculptures. and the fact that it is due to him i would imagine we have mobiles over our crib/play pen/bed.
This one he did when he was 66 years old. the mechanical engineering degree playing well with the art degree. this was the 60s. no one was doing anythihng like he did with his scuptures.
the hour slipped by so fast. ooops that's when i realised woah there was a reason for me to look for an artist. i had to do homework. needless to say i was late for class. i had the most wonderful hour there today.
just looking at art. and seeing the influences and emotions from life on their medium is just mind blowing.
Edited by meemee - 3/9/13 at 12:09am