Silhouette of a Rainy Afternoon

On rainy days I wish I could simply spend the day by a window. The rain dripping down makes time go by slower. The atmosphere created by grey reflections on the pavement encourages the self to look into the window of the soul.

In the spring, the baby green leaves sprout and soothe the eyes with life. Living seems more tangible, less translucent, contrasting against shadow. Here, on the wet windowsills, lie reflections on what was and what will be. Perhaps rainy days allow the self to hide within the cocoon of introspection, for tomorrow when one reaches outward and projects, exclaims, dances.

Everything is simplicity in the shades and movements. One is found painting, stretching the canvas for tomorrow... muscle memory working on something intricate, all for something that will happen and become. These contoured lines, charcoal drawings, and shadows are all so exquisite.

"Chasing Ice"

Have been meaning to share this for the past couple of months, but of course was held back by a multitude of mundane things. I had the pleasure of viewing this documentary at the U.N and met the producer/director of the film.

Absolutely stunning, allowing the viewer to recognize how "removed" we are from what is truly happening to our world. Gorgeous time-lapse videos, photographs, and personal stories shed light on the fact that we must be more self-aware of the present, our interconnectedness with this beautiful earth.