Each Saturday I focus on a different artist that I admire. From potters to painters, chefs to collectors, seamstress to songwriters, lifestyle to lovers... anyone who set the paintbrush, pastry brush, hands and heart on fire to create.
Those who inspire art to flow where it may.
As we are traveling I thought I would show you a collection of photos I took years ago in the Chateau Chenonceau.
The ribbon without a bow,
Held her own,
Elegant in simplicity, and comfortable with matters of the heart.
Photo: Portrait of one of the six women of Chateau de Chenonceau.
Porcelain skin tinted by the glow of a pink rose.
An arm strung with pearls, bejewels a dimpled young hand.
A wisp of a cloud shields her breast...but not her heart.
A love ache.
Painting from the Chateau de Chenonceau.
Do you have a secret about your first love?
An 18th century painting in Chateau de Chenonceau. A young maiden sends a thought to heaven and receives a welcoming message from an angel.
We each have a unique way of seeing that which surrounds us. Depending where we focus, at what angle can lead to varied perspectives. We can each look at the same image and see it differently.
Some of us focus on details, others take in the larger picture. We can look beyond which is in front of us, often without knowing as if to gather or feel something which is unseen, and yet not notice the most obvious.
I remind myself to take a different view, stand back, and look. Listen to what I see. Taste what is in front of me. Embrace that which might be hard to hold, by allowing myelf to see something another way. Challenge myself not to turn a blind eye.
photo: Interior images of Chateau de Chenonceau. Flowers bloom red in front a painting of a woman wearing a pearl pin in her hair.
Have you ever been transported by emotion, where an overflowing sense takes you beyond the skin wrapped around your bones? Where the present moment expands, leading you to a place where there isn't a map and your mind cannot label it. Like a lucid dream, where the air is no longer what you breath to survive. Where surrendering you find yourself trusting the interior altar of sanctity.
It doesn't take much for this "feeling" in me to arise, though it isn't something I can control. This expanse of wonder and awe, this hard to label feeling, arises when I least expect it, and when it does everything makes sense. I am caught in the happiness to be alive, grounded in something beyond me.
Have you ever felt like that?
Photo: A small detail of a painting of three nude women, from the Chateau de Chenonceau. The painting is larger than life, and her ecstasy evident.