Some things that are only mildly related to some other things.

  

Art is contagious.  ~ Brenda Ueland

I like the idea of art as a virus, infecting first the DNA of its creator and then rapidly spreading to whoever else is fortunate enough to cross its path.  There are some days when I wonder if there is any kind of point to art, and then there are days when I wonder if there is any kind of point without it?

There was a man who walked into the front garden of the house in my early morning dream and picked a bouquet of blue hydrangeas growing there.  He brought them inside as a present for our table, and to offer a warning of the danger waiting outside our front gate. Then he disappeared. Cheeky sod, I thought when I woke up, and decided that he must have come from my dream book.  His name is Luca and I am not quite sure whether anyone really knows if his heart is good or bad.

I am buying Sara Maitland's A Book of Silence as a birthday present for myself next month, partly because I love that title, and partly because in one of the lives I will almost certainly never live I hang out by myself in an isolated cabin in the Scottish Highlands.  If I can't have that particular dream then surely the next best thing is to be infected by the work of someone who can.

Comments

[Bev]

I >do< like your posts. (smile)

[Aunt Amelia's Attic]

I just found you, via a suggestion to do so, from 'Knitting The Wind' blog. Nice suggestion.

http://knittingthewind.blogspot.com/

I seem to be in a posting slump myself, at present. Perhaps it's time for me to just read the words of others. And time to absorb. Rather than try to add any of my own thoughts, to the Land Of Blog.

I'm sure I'll get the chatting urge, once again though... Sooner or later.

'Aunt Amelia'

[Tanya]

Well, hello LUCA.... coming in with blue hydrangeas, at that...

Seriously, though -- I think this is one of your finest posts ever. In Scent of Water history...and that's saying a lot, coming from me, since I'm so devoted. ;-)

I see the thread from the first line about Art all the way through to the end. Beautiful sentences, too. I hope that book gets there early, early WAY before your birthday.

Mmmmmm....I'm already looking forward to the story of the cake!

[Rachel]

I often wonder the same thing, about art's purpose. But then all I have to do is imagine a world without art, devoid of creativity and colour, and I realize that, as you said, there really is no purpose without it. To me, art is the eiptome of human expression- ad without that expression, we would no longer be humans, only overworked businessmen and women who have forgotten what it means to live.
I love your blog, your ideas, your writing. I hope you have a wonderful summer!

[Rachel]

Oh! Well, then, have a happy winter, instead :-)

[monica]

my eldest son is called Luca. (he wouldn't recognise an hydrangeas if it'd hit him in the face.)

my husband's middle name is Maitland.

This is what I called spooky.

Do you believe in coincidences? or is everything happening with a purpose?

And what is it?