I'll be back in a spell

Boy and girl gazing at the moon by Norman Rockwell

I've gone off for a moment and will be back Wednesday.

My love my care,

Simone

On what it means

Little girls with devotion to passion holds for me a place of deep sentiment.

The Audition by Daniel Gerhartz

I have always been fascinated by the life of others and looking at this painting is for me a bit of an obsession. I wonder what is going through her mind. Is it the hours of practice that has brought her to this place or is it the promise of a dream fulfilled?

My love my care,

Simone

The Sisters by Abbott Handerson Thayer

Every time I see this painting I’m remained how much I really do love my sister.

She is fifteen years younger than I and I still reach of her hands when we cross the street. I drive her mad always trying to offer solutions to her every worry and I beam with pride every time she sing along to anything from the seventies for I know she got that due to my influence. She keeps me sane. I genuinely enjoy her company. I love that she is brilliant- like science smart and people smart too- even if next to her I read as unremarkable.

Abbott Handerson Thayer's The Sisters

We have most all in common and somehow we read as ice and steam. We each have strong opinions about everything and as a result row often but we laugh a hell of lot more. Talking to her after an awful day allows me sleep. I don’t just love my sister she is necessary for my happiness and without her I would be no more that a masterpiece lit by a match.

My love my care,

Simone

March Madness in August

Five dear friends cram into an automobile at a most ungodly hour and on a work day no less, in hope of getting designer shoes for pennies. There was sheer elation and girlish squeals at the prospect of getting a pair of Louboutin, Choo, Blahnin or Balenciaga for a faction of the regular price. So much so it did not occur to any of us that hundreds of other women and their dearest girlfriends would have heard of the sale and like us would have rouse with the sun to piss away a small fortune.

The Ship of Fools by Hieronymus Bosch

Now just you imagine it, a horde of female all without their morning coffee or make-up hopped up on the prospect of getting brand name gear for up to seventy percent off retail. We laugh now but there in those desperate hours all anyone saw or care to see was the red at the sole of that most coveted instrument of madness.

A lovely day to you all,

Simone

With pen in the garden

It is already Mid-August, but I do not despair for it has been a lovely summer thus far.

Charles Gleyre's Le Coucher de Sapho

Forget-me-not

Hard won confidence is in the presence of unrequited love subject to questions and demons long believed conquered. Turning the mirror that asset of beauty into no more than a faithless Judas, which shows awful truths by unfeeling light. Then it is seldom noted for one has long sat shivah for the bits that died pursuing a futile end and still that girl, the foolish hopeful one that lives deep in your heart holds dear the idea. That no one but he will do.

All my love,

Simone

I can't believe we were ever so young...

It had been a brilliant summer the year I turned twenty and this painting puts me in mind of it.

House At Rueil by Édouard Manet

And even in that I had been practical

On your face I see the mark of time that passed too quickly
There in lines of anguish and bliss
Along eyes and smiling lips
With shaking hands I reach out hoping to erase the sorrow and you bury your face in my palm
Pressing your lips and forehead with tendre against my touch before taking hold my hand to sink your teeth in my flesh
You’ve left a wound but it like pain is soon dulled and all that remains is the memory of the warmth of your face against my hand.

My love my care,

Simone

I've been delighting in William Mason Brown's painting

His work makes me want to walk barefoot in the orchard of his nostalgia.

Here his Fruits of Summer

I beg you eat me now I’m ripe if only to save me maturing to decay

 Sink your teeth in the tendre rouge flesh set in place by my season in the sun

Delight in my juice and consume with glut my full offering

Then with thought I pray you lay my core in fertile soil so I may be resurrected with full knowledge of thy

appetite

And his Still Life with Peaches and Marble Vase

My love my care,

Simone