Dear Art lover,
I find it interesting
what one learns about another in simple shared experiences, such as collecting
sea shells by the sea shore. I have at
least two friends that I have had the pleasure of doing that with over recent
years. Funny, they both prefer the
perfect shells. While I find the perfect ones
beautiful and amazing in design and execution, I tend to adore the ones in which the
broken exteriors reveal some of the beautiful forms inside. The good news, of course, is that we will
never “fight” over the choices the other one desires. That is always a relief… as when in high
school: you were glad when your best
mate had different tastes for dating. If
not, things could get ugly. Ha.
So, along this rocky
beach I found north of Umag, I was enchanted to find these tiny shells. Because one of the friends referenced to above, Kumiko, cherishes
the tiny beauts. She likes them
perfectly formed still. I picked some up
for her, as well as lots of tiny broken ones for me.
My friend Ruth pointed out to me many years ago that perhaps the reason
I can so easily recognize fear in others is because I am consciously grappling with my own
fears. On my day sifting through shells
recently, I wondered if the reason I want to hang onto my friends
who like perfect is so that I reach just a little bit higher.
You know, perhaps, the famous quote by Michelangelo: The greater danger for most of us lies not in
setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and
achieving our mark.
Oh, enough philosophy. I am getting closer to having a place in
which to carve stone. You cannot believe
my excitement! I have much to do before
my sun sets! Enjoy my little self
portrait in the setting sun on the Adriatic Sea.
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Please share this with
anyone you think might appreciate it! Thank
you.
Kelly
~ Kelly Borsheim, sculptor,
painter, writer, teacher
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