Good Things

Vincent

I’ve got a love of small tattoos, I now have fourteen of them dotted here and there on my body – each one tells a story of something that matters to me, or a moment in time. I love them. ♥️

I added three this past weekend, including this one to the inside of my left forearm:

Do you recognize it? It’s Vincent Van Gogh’s signature – and I LOVE it! My daughter expressed a bit of concern and asked me why I had chosen to put his signature on me – here was my answer:

-First off, Vincent is my very favorite artist of all time, and his work speaks to my soul. Simple as that.

-Second, Vincent’s work is representative of the Impressionist era – one of the hallmarks of this art is that when you look at the paintings too closely, you will notice imperfections and flaws, but when you see it from a distance, it looks beautiful….people are kind of like that. (Remind You of “Clueless” a bit?) Anyway – I don’t believe that we need to go looking at people so closely, seeking their flaws…why? What’s the point? Accept people as they are!!! Accept that they may have flaws (we all do), but they aren’t their flaws….choose to see the good, the beauty in them. ✨ I want people to see the good in me.

-Next, Vincent never knew success during his life, yet never stopped creating. During his short time painting, he approached his work with passion and devotion, despite the fact that he wasn’t achieving success and receiving accolades…he kept on. For the love of his art. For his belief in what he was doing. He painted because he HAD to in order to feel alive. There’s a lesson to be learned here: find what you HAVE to do, the thing(s) that make you feel magical – and DO THEM. Even if nobody else notices – do them anyway. Even if you never receive praise – keep doing it. I find that devotion to one’s craft to be so beautiful and inspiring, don’t you? ✨

-Finally, I’ve struggled with self image my whole life – I’ve never found myself to be terribly attractive, and I’ve always thought that too much of my self-worth was tied up in my appearance. The older I get, the more comfortable I am feeling in my skin, finally feeling at peace (most days) with what is looking back at me from the mirror. There’s nothing wrong with me – I AM a work of art, just as I am. So now I have my favorite artist’s signature on me, too. I love that. ♥️✨♥️

What artists do you love, friends?

Xxx

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Who can it be now?

If you could meet a famous person living or dead, who would you pick? Why? What would you want to do with them? What would you talk about?

I’ve got a few folks on my list – first up: Vincent Van Gogh. The man’s talent continues to take my breath away, it doesn’t matter how many times I see his work….each brush stroke tells his story, and his choice of colors speaks of his soul. It’s so beautiful, and I bet Vincent himself was a gorgeous character. The stories I’ve read of his life tell a tale of torture, of struggle, despair, all of it…if I could meet him, the first thing I would talk to him about was his success. I would let him know that his work has been seen – that HE has been seen, and that all of his difficulties weren’t for naught. I would ask him about his work, have him ease me through his process…and then I would try to find him some help for his mental health struggles. It’s sad to me that we haven’t come further as a society when it comes to removing the stigma of mental illness. How many other Vincents are out there making gorgeous art and struggling to keep the demons at bay long enough to get things done? Bless. Poor Vincent – Don McLean was right: this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you. ♥️

Next up: Ruth Bader Ginsburg. I find her wildly inspiring, it still chokes me up to think that she’s gone. I love the unapologetic way she poked fun of herself not being a great cook and homemaker…and didn’t feel at all badly about it. That kind of shit is SUCH a struggle for so many of us females, getting bogged down by the notion that we have to have it all, we have to bring home the bacon and then cook the damn stuff, making sure there’s a hot meal on the table nightly. It’s not realistic thinking, and it is torturing so many of us into thinking that we are failures – we aren’t. Some days I am KILLING it when it comes to work-life balance; other days I am sucking wind in the weeds. It changes hourly around here, and I’m learning, slowly….but I’m learning. I can’t be all things to all people – and I need to stop trying. I need to remember the cardinal rule: put on my own oxygen mask first, and then I can be of some use to those around me. It’s life changing thinking – you should try it. Ruth helped me realize that trying to have it all is not the road to happiness….you can’t have it all, and that is more than okay. Prioritize, do what you can, and give yourself a break. That is more than enough – you are MORE THAN ENOUGH.

When contemplating my third choice, I had a hell of a time narrowing it down – there’s so many great options: Mozart, John Lennon, the Queen, Sir Paul McCartney, Martin Luther King, Oprah Winfrey, Ernest Hemingway, F Scott Fitzgerald, Martin Short (I love him so much!), Gandhi, Marilyn Monroe, Arthur Miller, JD Salinger, Kurt Cobain…I could go on and on. I’m a curious person, and I would love to speak with each of these people, learning all I could about them and their art. However, the one I most most MOST want to meet? My one true love – William Shakespeare. The magic that flowed from that beautiful mind through his quill 🪶? Magic. ✨ I can read and reread his words a million times and find new things every time…I long to be so eloquent, to express magnitudes with my words. His work is just as relevant today as it was in the 1600s…I would love to have an afternoon and some drinks with Billy. 🍺

Who would you pick, friends? I can’t wait to hear from you! 🙌

Xxx