This is so true: no matter how old we are, our minds hold on to the memory of ourselves from years ago. I love the treatment of the artwork. Alice never ages, she is always there, the same and static. Beautiful work, Michael.
This picture has an interesting history. The original artwork illustration is by Sir John Tenniel, and was used to adorn an invention of Lewis Carrolls', a child's letter-writing kit (where one stored postage stamps). Three hardcopy prints this art were made, and were clipped and matted with plain old scissors to a background of white copy paper. The result was photographed, and there you are. The Haiku is "free" haiku...meaning it does not have to stictly observe sylabic count, but must respect the form.
We are rather unable to see ourselves as we appear to others. We are blinded by our history and the feeling for our younger life. Great combination of art and words.
Thank you all and everyone for your kind comments on what was a simple "challenge" project that somehow took on a new depth once begun.
Gemma, I have so many projects that MIGHT be... your remark reminds me of how much is on the shelf to do!
One such endeavor is a blog in the making called "Word-Well", in which I hope to spread the disease of creative writing. Please feel free to visit there if you are interested.
There is a reason for everything, but sometimes that reason is not evident on the surface. Sometimes you must search and find, led on by your curiosity and your ambition. This is not for the faint of heart. But it IS the way we learn, grow, evolve, improve. My name is Michael. Welcome toImpressions....
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This is so true: no matter how old we are, our minds hold on to the memory of ourselves from years ago. I love the treatment of the artwork. Alice never ages, she is always there, the same and static. Beautiful work, Michael.
I know the feeling so well...
isn't that the truth!?!
This picture has an interesting history. The original artwork illustration is by Sir John Tenniel, and was used to adorn an invention of Lewis Carrolls', a child's letter-writing kit (where one stored postage stamps). Three hardcopy prints this art were made, and were clipped and matted with plain old scissors to a background of white copy paper. The result was photographed, and there you are. The Haiku is "free" haiku...meaning it does not have to stictly observe sylabic count, but must respect the form.
We are rather unable to see ourselves as we appear to others. We are blinded by our history and the feeling for our younger life.
Great combination of art and words.
So true and very well stated - thanks for the information regarding the image -
I too know the feeling. This is lovely.
me too.
Reminds me of a great poem I always loved, I'll have to look it up and send it to you.
I'm not really sure when you have in mind here--fill me in so I can participate,
the truth speaks loud regardless of no ears
Grand. Simply grand. I want to second (or is it third?) that emotion.
Oh so true.... I have to wonder sometimes. Who is that strange woman in my mirror? She looks familiar, but...
Michael, I agree with you - we see ourselves as unchanged, and young no matter how old we get! :D
I can so identify with you words here.
Somehow, your words almost seem like a grand opening affirmation before embarking on a soliloquy!
Great write!
Gemma
Thank you all and everyone for your kind comments on what was a simple "challenge" project that somehow took on a new depth once begun.
Gemma, I have so many projects that MIGHT be... your remark reminds me of how much is on the shelf to do!
One such endeavor is a blog in the making called "Word-Well", in which I hope to spread the disease of creative writing. Please feel free to visit there if you are interested.
http://word-well.blogspot.com/
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