Song of Time

Why? When there is a moment I wish would last forever - it's gone in a heartbeat.
Why? When there is a moment I feel will be impossible to endure for another second - it lasts forever.

TIME is a trickster: can amuse itself, is eternal.

February 28th always makes me stop and think about things that are always changing, and even when changing, remain the same.

February, the month with 28 days. A full cycle of the moon. A month, that in the Northern Hemisphere is deep winter, is cold, is very dark, as it begins. A month that seems to understand that the nicest thing it can do is to be short and sweetly leave us with a real promise of light to come.

copyright (c) 2009 Sharon Edmunds
Song of Time, Acrylic on Canvas, 14" x 11"

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Where Do We Come From? What Are We? Where Are We Going?

Where do we come from?
At the age of seven I knew.
I stood in front of Claude Monet's "Poppy Field in a Hollow near Giverny".
My journey began.

What Are We?
At the age of fifteen, I fell in love with Gauguin. Then with Picasso and Klee and Chagall. By the age of seventeen, I had fallen in love so many times I stopped counting. I had found my Tribe.

Where Are We Going?
Sometimes backward, sometimes forward, sometimes sideways, always onward. Always on the path.


copyright (c) 2004 Sharon Edmunds
Morocco Rose, Acrylic on Canvas, 12" x 9"



To All Who Journey!

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This Post Title is borrowed from Gauguin.