Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Monday, November 26, 2007
There are truly wonderful people in the world, after all.
www.vladimirkush.com
He painted this after 9/11. I saw the painting in a gallery in New Mexico with Jer & his family, and I cried. A couple months later, I emailed his representatives, asking them to please let him know how his painting has touched me and my family, to provide evidence that what we're feeling is not unnoticed, that one can transform something so sad and hard into a beautiful piece of art, that, in itself represents the creative process, as well as my own attempt to turn hardships into something beautiful.
His representatives assured me that they would let him know, and that was all I needed.
Instead, Mr. Kush emailed me from his personal account to let me know how touched he was that his work moved me. This man is famous, yet he found the time to reach out to someone who was touched by his work.
On top of that, he promised to think of something, since the piece in question was sold out.
I received an email several weeks later from a gallery, letting me know that a miniature print was available, but for an amount I couldn't possibly afford right now. I thanked them, anyway, since it was kind of Mr. Kush to come through with his promise.
Incidentally, during the Thanksgiving weekend, I showed my family pictures of his work from the gallery where I first saw his work. My mother fell in love just like I did, and I told her about my correspondence with Mr. Kush. She agreed it was wonderful of him to email me personally and try to procure a copy for me.
I received an email last night from a gallery in Las Vegas, presumably one that sells Mr. Kush's work. They asked me for my home address because he was so touched by my note that he wants to send me a giclee of Vitae Memoriae (now known as Born to Fly).
I'm still relatively speechless, save for the facts. It's been near impossible these past twenty-four hours to express my awe and gratitude and surprise and other overwhelming emotions.
I'm working on something, though.
He painted this after 9/11. I saw the painting in a gallery in New Mexico with Jer & his family, and I cried. A couple months later, I emailed his representatives, asking them to please let him know how his painting has touched me and my family, to provide evidence that what we're feeling is not unnoticed, that one can transform something so sad and hard into a beautiful piece of art, that, in itself represents the creative process, as well as my own attempt to turn hardships into something beautiful.
His representatives assured me that they would let him know, and that was all I needed.
Instead, Mr. Kush emailed me from his personal account to let me know how touched he was that his work moved me. This man is famous, yet he found the time to reach out to someone who was touched by his work.
On top of that, he promised to think of something, since the piece in question was sold out.
I received an email several weeks later from a gallery, letting me know that a miniature print was available, but for an amount I couldn't possibly afford right now. I thanked them, anyway, since it was kind of Mr. Kush to come through with his promise.
Incidentally, during the Thanksgiving weekend, I showed my family pictures of his work from the gallery where I first saw his work. My mother fell in love just like I did, and I told her about my correspondence with Mr. Kush. She agreed it was wonderful of him to email me personally and try to procure a copy for me.
I received an email last night from a gallery in Las Vegas, presumably one that sells Mr. Kush's work. They asked me for my home address because he was so touched by my note that he wants to send me a giclee of Vitae Memoriae (now known as Born to Fly).
I'm still relatively speechless, save for the facts. It's been near impossible these past twenty-four hours to express my awe and gratitude and surprise and other overwhelming emotions.
I'm working on something, though.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
What's in your bag?
I'm indulging in nothingness as a way of escaping the monotony of every day life. I came across the post of a fellow blogger regarding the contents of our purses and wallets. Obviously, this is not the most intellectual of topics, but honestly, ZenDenizen is right. There are whole blogs devoted to this topic. Cosmo always wants to know what a star carries in her purse. And ladies: haven't you ever seen a really stylish or powerful woman and wondered what's in her purse? I tend to wonder what their secrets are. Is she as perfect as she appears, or is her beauty less planned? What kind of gloss makes her lips that full, how does she keep her skin flawless, does she carry a lot of receipts or is she neat?
My bag is an old emerald green, faux croc tote from the Limited with a velvet bow and handles that I've had sewn back on. In it I've got:
Okay, so my list isn't that exciting. Anyone have more interesting things in their bags or wallets?
My bag is an old emerald green, faux croc tote from the Limited with a velvet bow and handles that I've had sewn back on. In it I've got:
- Receipt from FedEx for a package I sent to my younger brother, Ryan, and a grocery list
- L'Occitane hand cream
- Car keys and house keys, held together by a carabiner in case I ever find myself needing to rock climb one day.
- iPod
- Orange highlighter
- Fresh Sugar lip balm
- Aleve
- Orbit peppermint gum
- Bobbi Brown lip gloss
- Blackberry
- Various coins and bobby pins
- My Calvin Klein wallet, complete with no money, stamps, coins, and a picture of my sister
- Ativan, thank god.
- A chocolate peanut butter Balance bar
- Box of matches from Il Cortile in Little Italy
Okay, so my list isn't that exciting. Anyone have more interesting things in their bags or wallets?
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