Walking down Front Street in the Keiki Parade for the first time, baby Lilu was a hit!
Already well versed in the princess wave - what a GREAT debut on Front Street!
And over on O'ahu Baby Ace (my grandson) the Sushi chef and the Sushi (Makua's daughter, Nalia) were on a roll!
It’s raining this morning while the household sleeps. It’s a wonderfully tropical rain that echoes with solace. I’ve been sitting in my sky chair, reading and feeling content.
It’s a rare day off and I intend squeeze every last drop of enjoyment out of it. I don’t usually indulge myself this way but why not? What reason would the clamor and rigor of daily life have other than to afford moments like this? Moments made even sweeter by their rarity. Times when I can clear my head and think clearly about where I am, what I’m doing . . etc, etc.
I can’t help but feeling grateful. Grateful for all the love have in my life. Even grateful for the love I miss. I am lucky to have found it at all. I know that all things pass so while I’m here in now I appreciate the wonderful things around me.
Enough musings, I am back to my book.
Recently I was asked to share my thoughts about art in general. This opened a flood gate of emotions, antidotes and witticisms. This is, as a matter of fact, been the focus of most of my life. I’ve been in and around the business of art for almost 30 years now. I’ve been on the gallery side of things and I’ve been on the artist side of things.
It seems that any artist is trying to express themselves on some level. Hopefully that expression rings true for others. If it does; that results in a communication of sorts. It’s that communication that connects us to our core. We can feel less alone through it. We can feel a reverence through it.
This connection is not bound by time; we can feel it across hundreds of years. It is not bound by geography nor gender nor any other limit we might try to impose.
I heard somewhere that every civilization was judged by the art it produced. At the leading edge of all societies were artists and poets.
I believe this.
Whether you produce art or appreciate it makes little difference. Having it in your life is what feeds the soul. At least it feeds mine.