Sunday, February 15, 2015


My husband has started bringing home the weekend Wall Street Journal from the grocery on Saturdays. I don't know how they manage to put out a paper everyday. I can barely get through everything in the weekend by the next Saturday.

I think as an artist or anyone who has always been a visual person there is something wonderfully tactile about a newspaper. I feel like I've experienced the article more completely as opposed to just reading it online.

It's even more fun when it's like a new discovery rather than just getting the latest on some crazy world event.

Something you genuinely knew nothing about before reading it.
An experience that enriches and informs you.

Artwork by Etel Adnan
Etel Adnan went through her own discovery of art and language when she moved from Beirut to France and then to California. I won't paraphrase the article. It's worth a read here.

An artist who worked all her life. Doing what she loved and without much notoriety. 
Suddenly the art world is smitten. 
Why does that give me comfort? 
Even if no one ever knew about her work. She kept working because she needed to. 
Not because it made her famous. 
Not because it made her rich. But because to be a whole person she had to write and create. 
She needed to express herself. 
Or maybe just because she liked it. Not because she wanted anyone else to like it. 

I seek that in myself. The quite satisfaction of creation for creations sake. 
Without expectation or assumption. The Zen of making art.

Photo from Wall Street Journal

And I'm kinda obsessed with her little library. Is there anything more cozy than well loved books and antiques set off by contemporary art?

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