My friend Maya treated me to a special lunch yesterday at Zuni Cafe. She asked me interesting questions about getting older.. Have you changed since you were young? Do you feel like people really know you? Do you think you’re more serious than you used to be?
And after answering mostly yes to these questions, that yeah, things feel more grave now and I am more measured and slower to act and maybe I don’t let go and have as much fun as I used to, we had the most hilarious photoshoot for hours. We giggled and chatted and I felt like I was 12 years old again at my favorite birthday party where I dressed up all of my friends and photographed them as if I was a famous fashion photographer.
And I realized that maybe not that much has changed at all, that maybe we think we change but really we are the same over and over again. Our circumstances change but our core never really does. This heartens me somehow.
“Mauve takes offense at my having said, “I am an artist” — which I do not take back, because that word included, of course, the meaning: always seeking without absolutely finding. As far as I know, that word means: “I am seeking, I am striving, I am in with all my heart.”
– Vincent Van Gogh
An interview with my dear friend SARK, who like Vincent, is in with all her heart.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
I find so much color and grace in Vincent. I like to think about him in heaven, trying to explain to the scientists that shadows ARE purple sometimes, and having God be the only one who smiles and nods.
me too! I am in!
Thank You.
Love Always,
Georgy
I agree with you that at our core we are the same and that does not change. What I wonder is what we do with the parts of our core which need to be transformed? I am thinking specifically about the dark,negative baggage which we carry with us that tells us we are not deserving of good things and/or that we will never acheive what our heart desires. Or is it that our core is made of goodness?
That quotation is so… so… YES!!!! Yes. Yes…
i remember telling my mom before when i was 20 (i’m currently 21 – hah!) that i felt like im still the 5th grader i was years ago. i still do feel like i am who i was and probably who i will be. but moments do come when i realize i would have done otherwise in certain circumstances if i were my younger self.
i think it is the material we’re made of that doesn’t change. like clay. it’s clay but one can transform it into a million different shapes, but in the end, sitting quietly in the corner of some room, it’s still clay.
i don’t know. but it’s great to read someone feeling the same way. 🙂 belated happy birthday by the way:).
“not that much has changed at all, that maybe we think we change but really we are the same over and over again”
we manage our personalities through time. each step of life represent a degree in a circle, each person/circle having as many degrees. nothing changes, though the way we process date seems to.
it is really coming into itself.
“not that much has changed at all, that maybe we think we change but really we are the same over and over again”
we manage our personalities through time. each step of life represent a degree in a circle, each person/circle having as many degrees. nothing changes, though the way we process date seems to.
it is really coming into itself.
Some are lucky to let their ‘core’ out at a young age…to play and have fun. Others quickly spirit it away and pile it under heaps and heaps of ‘protection’ (in all sorts of forms). What I’ve learned (as one of the latter) is that the older (and older!) we get, the more that core reveals itself, IF we’re willing to do the work. Because chipping away at all the baggage can be arduous. But the good news is that we get to be both sculpture and sculptress. And how satisfying is that?! To know that only WE can reveal our essence. That’s the best kind of “ta da” moment there is. 🙂
Belated “Happy Birthday” wishes.
It’s always surprising to remember I’m a grownup, even though I’ve been grownup for many years now.
Celebrating your birthday with you was one of the most uplifiting, spirited, and colorful things I’ve done for awhile. Asking those questions over lunch was also like asking myself, and hearing your answers gave me permission to contemplate some of mine. It felt like a really grownup day, having wine with lunch, sitting at the corner table of ever-so-swank Zuni Cafe. And then it turned into, yes, a great replay of childhood, driving back to your house and changing into Superhero underwear to be photographed in the diffuse light of your foyer. What a fantastic arc to the day – Sangiovese with pot roast and then dashing about in my red undies all over your house! May this year bring some wondrous juxtapositions!
Hi Andrea!
I love those questions!!
Have you changed since you were young?
Do you feel like people really know you?
They go right to the heart of soul and psyche, an important part of who we are, but forget so easily.
How much different of a world it would be, and how much better too, if we could all find ourseleves “in”. Having been a “technical” grown-up for a long time, I still feel alot like the child I once was. This, I think, is a good thing. I hope that I always am in with all my heart in all that I try to do.
Isn’t Maya beautiful?
she’s all blue and red and pale like that. Just gorgeous on a crisp fall day.
I love the way your new lens makes pictures look lovely, fluffy and romantic. I hope you post again soon; I need Christmas gift ideas! I can’t think of anything too creative that would please my family, and since I’m making gifts for about 50 people I’m totally stumped. Any ideas?
*******Sending good karma to anyone who helps me 🙂