My computer is away being fix

I miss it terribly but I see how necessary it is. This painting is meant to keep your company until I'm able to get to a computer. Till next time. Hopefully it won't be too long now.

Laura No. 1 by Vilmos Aba-Novák

All my love,

Simone

Disillusioned...

And all due to computer malfunction. I’m taken it now to be looked at by one more skilled than I.

O in Black with Scarf by Robert Henri

I’ve sought value in useless things
Pressing my hands to raw against steel in futile attempt
Kneeling on unyielding ground with something like obedience
Imploring empty sky with sweaty devoted palms pressed together in worship
Having long accepted the senselessness in wishes but prayer I felt certain would effect change

My love my care

Simone

Beautiful desire

Or greedy for simplicity? 

Symphony in Red and Gold by Jean Béraud

In an attempt to be happy I’ll given up grand wants for basic needs. So from here out I’ll abandon all frivolous desires in order to live as monk, eating crust of bread and surrendering ambition. Oh and there will be no more chocolate or fresh cut flowers that last but a moment or pretty silk things that I never bother to wear in my rush out the door. Oh, but my perfume stays for it is essential for my peace of mind and for it I’ll set aside the fancy imported teas for the mint growing in the pot on my windowsill. Now if that will do you won’t catch me running round to the shops to see what’s on sale for from here forth I’ll make do with the little I do have.

All my love,

Simone

Homage to Dali

I’ve been delighting in the apples of the orchard. All of them nearly sweet and fit but not ripe or tender as only an apple can be. Here where the autumn skies hint at winter and laments the summer with shows of fantastic sunsets with brilliant magentas that rivals the trees grand display of stunning yellows, orange, reds, burgundies and sumptuous purples. In these fields I’m able to see the birth of the surrealist, hence my homage to my most revered.

Character Masquerading in Pinning Up a Butterfly by Salvador Dali

A lovely weekend to you all,

Simone

LOVE, Love love this painting

Superciliousness, her eyes, her lips, her air of arrogance.

Portrait of Maggie Wilson by Frank Duveneck

There is a sort of distance between us and it grows with ever word left unsaid which is funny for we’re forever in conversation. Maybe today I’ll be kind and tell you some truth with the hope you will follow but I’ll more than like not for we are comfortable. Besides, what does it matter now I’ve out grown us.

My love my care,

Simone

Autumn falls

I’ve squandered all I was allotted coveting the light

And on you so much brighter than the sun

For whom I’ve eclipsed all that is light gazing upon

I worship now by moonlight and even there I sense your presence

Hubert Robert's Architectural Landscape with a Canal

All my love,

Simone

Oh, I don't know... Faiza Shirazi

But I do dig these words.

Gone is forever

Here is not

The golden ringlets of red

Perhaps black

Fastened and primped to fit

the wood box

Dressed in the best

to rest

A world away

Immersed in velveteen and cedar

To see the night through

No other way, No other choice he replies.

Portrait of a Woman by Miklós Barabás

My love my care,

Simone

Cake...Sweet...Cake

Another Thanksgiving over shared with lovely laughing friends and here now Rozanne Miller's Cobweb Painted Blue.

La Jolla Arbor by Guy Rose

Always imagining,
              Never experiencing
Only allowed to observe,
        Never permitted to touch,
Refrain from feeling.
                                             Crawl in a cobweb,
                                                  a protected cage
                                                           tangled inside my fears
                                                                      of YOU.

Trapped in my secret hiding

place,

Watching you.

           Smelling you,

A faint smile plays upon my lips,

                                        Your eyes,

                                            your smile,

                                                your voice--

                                                                                                                  Your Entire Image--

                                                                                                                   are like watercolours,

                                                                                                                   spreading through my thoughts,

                                                                                                                   blending into my desires,

                                                                                                                   running into my desires,

                                                                                                                   invading my unfuffilled wishes,

                                                                                                                   painting my life blue.                                                          

      Hidden from your knowledge.

Struggling in my cobweb

yearning to be free,

yet loving the protection,

                                   the safeness,

                                         the comfort of

                                                              isolation.

All from a distance

in my cobweb painted blue,

watching

YOU.

All my love,

Simone

I was told there will be cake...

Your loneliness is infectious and soon I’m diseased

Unable to bear your loud silences
While you dread my songs in unpleasant keys
We whisper our agony only they register as incoherent echoes
I hold you without words and in an instant we were both cure

The Music Master by Frank Duveneck

Thanksgiving is upon us Canadians. This year there is to be cake not pies, I'm thrilled.

I hope you are all happy and well,

Simone

Love, sacrifice and the...

'Love' my Great-grandfather McQueen told me is to be treated as oil transported in palm, securely cradled but not tightly gripped. This bit of wisdom bothered me something awful, for I thought if it is so precious a thing why not carry it in a proper vessel.

Venus with a Mirror by Titian

Despite my lack of virtue I have your consideration and not due to flawless form or brilliant wit but habit.
This I cannot stomach so here in an attempt to be worthy of this tendre I will put forth effort at virtue.
Now with prudence anew I have decided to be unselfish and will give you up.

My love my care,

Simone

Working too much and miss you all very much.

Also I've been reading Thomas Moore love this one especially.

Portrait D'une Jeune Femme by Albert Besnard

To ......

           by Thomas Moore

                                      When I loved you, I can't but allow

                                      I had many an exquisite minute;
                                      But the scorn that I feel for you now
                                      Hath even more luxury in it.
                                                                                        Thus, whether we're on or we're off,
                                                                                        Some witchery seems to await you;
                                                                                        To love you was pleasant enough,
                                                                                        And, oh! 'tis delicious hate you!

My love my care,

Simone