Though it may not obviously ‘square’ with the overtly and unashamedly girlie paper designs I create, I am an avid reader of science fiction and was dismayed to read about the recent death of Ray Bradbury.
(From Brain Pickings 10.06.2012) On legacy, through a character in Fahrenheit 451:
Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.
I read Fahrenheit 451 and was enthralled. And what a beautiful quote to commemorate him. RIP Mr Bradbury. May your soul have many places to dwell in beauty and happiness.
However. Beauty to the doldrums. Today finds me totally knackered. Under the weather. Feeling slightly ill. A touch of conjunctivitis and a bit headachey. So staying home to nap, read and do some gentle painting. Am very out of sorts and contrary though. Irritated by things that normally wash over me without a second thought. Like spelling lacy as ‘lacé’ and seeing insanity manifest in anthropomorphised images of ducks (in a collection that includes a snowman with some weird ‘death-ray eye’ weaponry (I believe) and rickshaw baby carriages, and Bonanza wagons purporting to be caravans (no windows!) … swans with short necks looking like geese and ‘fairies’ with the countenance of harpies or griffins… things that should have remained in the nebulous world of the gedankenexperiment and not ‘corporealised’ or given physicality in the material world by ignorant schlockmeisters. Bleh.
I should just ‘Bless’ and forget… let a veil of mercy hide the offending imagery.. but today I am bored and having a surf around. And am amazed by epic stories of endurance to create such woeful dung heaps of design which attract a steady number of scatophagous coprophagists (okay – redundancy, they mean the same thing but they scan well!) prepared to pay for the priviledge!
Time for a nap and get out of bed the right side this time.