On another train, this time heading to Zurich to bring in the new year. 2011 starting off pretty cool so far.
The first time I was moved to tears by a painting was when I saw Van Gogh's Starry Night at MOMA. I saw that painting and knew the guy that painted that, saw in the night sky everything that I had seen, and still see. The awe, hope, beauty, as well as the sadness and longing. It was jarring. Well it happened again, this time in Milan, in front of DaVinci's Last Supper. It was breathtaking. Once again I found myself wondering "how did I get here?" it brought tears to my eyes.
It was also interesting to be in Milan where everything is about Fashion. A little known fact about me is that when I was 17 I attended the Fashion Institute (FIDM) for a year. Back in the day I considered myself quite the stylish lad. But if the truth be known it had everything to do with David Bowie and girls. I wanted to be David Bowie, the most stylish man in rock & roll, and I wanted to meet girls. I mean, there were 25 girls for every guy at the Fashion Institute, and all the other guys were gay. I liked my odds. Anyway, this little visit has me thinking about my style. Maybe it's time to step it up? Rediscover my inner David Bowie so to speak.
The new year is approaching fast. To all the readers of this blog, thank you. Hopefully it'll be even more worth your time in 2011. My wish for all if us is that we each live more fully in all the parts of our lives, with an understanding how precious this human life is, and all the possibilities it brings.
Happy New Year. Peace.