tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13410204412453310902024-03-13T21:31:10.935-07:00Louise Herman .......writingSharing OpinionsLouise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-41685079293808025612012-04-20T08:08:00.002-07:002012-04-20T08:16:26.220-07:00What If?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">What if?</span><div style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';font-size:medium;"><br /></div><div style=" ;font-family:'Marker Felt';font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">What if the part of you that you hide because you think it's not good enough, is way <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">better</span> than anything else.</span></b></div><div face="'Marker Felt'" size="medium" style=" "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">What if it is your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">defining </span>characteristic that would enable you to achieve all you long for?</span></b></div><div style="font-family: 'Marker Felt'; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">You will never attain the goals you aspire to unless you open tha door and let out your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">real </span>self.</span></b></div></span>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-54385256677178201812011-02-26T10:59:00.000-08:002011-03-03T07:50:44.842-08:00Patti Smith, "Just Kids" : My Reaction<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">W</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">here to begin...when love, art, fame direct a life forward. Ironically, Patti Smith appeared to be in the background, a source of strength for Robert Mapplethorpe, yet all the while drawing and writing and developing the diverse facets that would lead finally to a synthesis of her talents to create a unique art form and ultimately fame. And now, gracious as she has always been, she elevates Robert through her tribute, explaining the man, his motivation, his charm and draw for her, the rationale and vision of his work.</span></span></b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">W</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">e are ultimately the path we chose to walk. Patti chose the path that was not in any way easy; she couldn't help herself. It seemed destined that she and Robert's paths would converge. Easy at first: the newness, the youth, the electricity of New York in the 60's; there were many art icons to aspire to and breakouts to fame and fortune were all around. It was strangely fashionable to live the life of the beatnik artist, literally starving in the name of art! But no mistake, starving is pitiful stuff; scrounging for food in the back of restaurants does not make for glamour. Still, Patti writes with love in her heart, caressing those years because they were tinged with the excitement of love and of possibilities and the discovery of the self.</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">S</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">uch a gracious memoir, filled with giving and praising and tribute! That is what would bond two people together, people who both were searching for their own way to fulfill what each knew was inside of them. It is not really an unconventional love, but a true one, that allows each person their own space to grow into what they are capable of being...what they want to be...what they feel their nature is telling them.</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">P</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">atti Smith has been following her heart and for her thankfully, it has lead to family and the appreciation of the talent that was developed through an uninhibited search. Drawing lead to poetry lead to song, and the envelope of performance was always there. Joy and ease in performing is such a gift, adding that immediacy of art and the audience's part in the process. </span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">L</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">ater in life, it may seem that all roads pointed to the result, but the growing up and in to it is foggy and often filled with obstacles that, funny, you don't always think you remember, once you reach a desired goal. But people do <i>remember</i>...you can hear the edge in their voice, sense it in their visual art, the struggle, hunger, desire, love, the desperate need to create in order to be whole.</span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#000099;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">R</span>obert's humanity and yearning to be remembered and achieve fame like his beloved Andy Warhol, grew stronger with Patti, who was his source of strength in life. She is a window to his motivation, and while his impulses eventually overtook him and robbed him of life, his work speaks of a stronger power and innovation that is groundbreaking. "Did Art get us?," he asks on his deathbed.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC33CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">T</span></span></b><b>hankfully, one of this symbiotic pair is here to tell the story, and make art of the story, which is the gift of this book to all. It is amazing how Patti Smith succeeded, without succumbing to the vices that dragged down so many of her contemporaries. In a loving and informative way, "Just Kids" gives a powerful portrait</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>of the struggle of artists to live the life, while trying to earn a living, break into museums and galleries, be recognized and gain appreciation from others for what they do - which is to speak of what is happening in their 'now' in the language of art.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">P</span></span>atti always seems to be going forward. <i>On her own</i>, her belief in herself seems to elevate her to the level of one who will eventually make her way to a place of grace...where she can look back and say that her life was hard but uncompromised and therefore well lived. To receive a National Book Award for this book that she wrote out of love is an achievement of a lifetime in itself.</b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">D</span></i>uring</span> Patti's National Public Radio interview on "Fresh Air" - Patti said this about initially 'performing' her poetry: </i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><br /></span></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"> "I figured if I had fifteen, twenty minutes on that little stage, it was my stage and I'm gonna fight for it." </span></i></b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:medium;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">She noted that her performance was about how she and the audience "could both serve the night together."</span></i></b></span></div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-9819627705584212922011-01-10T10:18:00.001-08:002013-02-18T16:22:07.868-08:00Decisions<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OJeB96gaJZ3i6AJtymfw-Y8ny48TOEj5OJJ8ewVQfB0bfiABVE8MjOpfjBOtPAzoyaEMknggb9I4PCVJRtqqfR4gMiHvNtgjh6qgtL2PQBAfFgkzsHSwaz-fNIe4QBAnNaO0uOB8l1c/s1600/Little+Louise+pic.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560623516605751810" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8OJeB96gaJZ3i6AJtymfw-Y8ny48TOEj5OJJ8ewVQfB0bfiABVE8MjOpfjBOtPAzoyaEMknggb9I4PCVJRtqqfR4gMiHvNtgjh6qgtL2PQBAfFgkzsHSwaz-fNIe4QBAnNaO0uOB8l1c/s200/Little+Louise+pic.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0 0 10px 10px; width: 191px;" /></a><br />
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Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-70085734367375124472011-01-09T01:24:00.000-08:002013-02-18T16:30:03.163-08:00"The Power" by Rhonda Byrne<!--StartFragment--> <br />
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Once in a while, we encounter the fortunate child of parents who instinctively knew that raising a child is not molding them into a restricting set of rules, but nurtures the child’s own instincts for creativity and individuality. That child will grow into an open minded, giving adult, who fulfills his dreams and lives his life unencumbered by guilt or repression. This is the life we are all meant to live.</div>
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Life as fun is not immature! It does not mean we stay a child forever. It means we take all that is fresh and new about children and use it as a lesson for how to feel and how to think. Our joy, our curiosity, our enthusiasm, our sense of excitement, should carry through and just expand as our world widens with new experiences, new relationships, new endeavors. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc33cc;">We should be doing in adulthood what we did as children if we were given the chance…to play, to learn, to enjoy, to share with open enthusiasm, all that is meaningful to us.</span> </div>
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Our feelings about what we are doing are our guide to what is good for us. These feelings, which we trusted as children, are just as reliable for us as adults. They are the basis on which we should be making decisions. Understanding what makes us feel good will free us from worry and hurt and save us from anger and wrong turns. Trusting our feelings is the best way to know ourselves, and to surround ourselves with the people, jobs, foods, pastimes that will fulfill our souls. Anything that does not feel good in our heart is not good for us. And it is the best indicator of how to make decisions.</div>
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Life is a gift and every day is an opportunity to unwrap the joy that is ours to have. Feelings and love go together and nothing else is really as important. Any time something comes between, just return to feelings and love.</div>
<!--EndFragment-->Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-81065460923219181152010-08-12T21:35:00.000-07:002013-04-06T19:03:50.971-07:00Alex Katz and "Cool"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">S</span></b></span>erene with a hint of vibe, An Alex Katz painting, print, cutout, wows without sweat. Appearance and style rule, as the artist himself confirms. Every move that the sleek haired Ada makes could be freeze framed. Alex looks at a person's gesture, or that person against a certain atmospheric condition, an iconic printed scarf, a dappled pond surrounded by, for example, birch trees....and says <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6600;">that's it!</span> And through all the process he incurs to make the resulting image, the <i>one-look</i> remains. <br />
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The cleanliness of the painted surface is refreshing every time. Painting with confident strokes, the hand of the artist, the brush stroke, is implied just enough to use the word painterly. Although obviously enamored of the scene before him, the artist refuses to let it get in the way of the music he is making. Think piano technical ability, which is all but forgotten as we are swept up in the beauty of the music. </div>
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Katz is a painter's painter in his loving application of broad sweeps of clear tones and subtle contained shapes indicating form. But at the same time, his gift for universalizing his subject matter comes from his ability to make icons at the same time. While certainly painting individuals, he sees their pose as a type, and this type, painted with strong areas of color that appear fresh, intimate, and 'cool,' immortalize the subject matter and stamp it in our minds, long after we leave the gallery or museum. We come away with a sense of looking at and thinking about the world through the eye and language of the artist.</div>
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Just as Keith Haring developed a unique form of symbolism to communicate, Katz sees the world through his own rose colored glasses,. He gives us a way to navigate the every day commercialism all around, to elevate our conception of the observable world, and make painterly sense of the mosaic of stimuli that we encounter every day. </div>
Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-4367114789688441692010-08-11T07:06:00.000-07:002013-02-18T16:31:55.955-08:00Women in Today's World 2010<div>
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Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-19885551323631676282010-07-25T05:55:00.000-07:002011-01-16T20:45:08.194-08:00Review of book: "Look Both Ways" by Debbie Millman<p class="MsoNormal">My Review of <b><i>Look Both Ways</i></b>, by Debbie Millman (c) Louise Dunn Herman, July 25, 2010</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">…like the sculptor who looks at a stone and realizes what it could be, Debbie Millman has transformed the book form into her own creation. It has become, in addition to it's message, an object.</span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">W</span></b></span>hile reading the book <span style="font-family:";"><b><i>Look Both Ways</i></b></span>, by Debbie Millman, an enriching experience takes place. The cover is conventional, yet the palette and overlapping comma symbol on it’s front take on greater significance as the ‘story’ unfolds. Opening the book, you first find a series of pages that resemble the chalkboards of childhood. As you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFCC33;">begin</span> to read, you are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><i>drawn</i></span>, literally, into the text by the casual conversational way it is written. You might be reading someone’s notes in their lined hard cover black and white school composition book. Or perhaps, it could be a <b>diary</b>. But soon enough, easyness in reading starts to give way to weaving eye movement as you are forced to follow the types' gradual uneven changes. Along the way, you encounter some cross-outs and smudges which speak of first drafts, or suggest the spontaneity of only one draft, or the innocence of a child's first efforts.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Periferally, you <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">sense</span> something more. The blackness of the chalkboard appears painted on. And toward the edges, color, quite pleasant, peeks through. This ‘underpainting’ or<span> </span><i>layering </i>suggests the artist’s hand, or brush as it were. And the white chalk-like script is immediate, and familiar, and common. So, there is a lot to see, and read, and think about on each of the pages. Sensitized now, <b>you notice as you read</b>, that the pages appear to take on an ever increasing sophistication as the ‘child’ grows up, moves to the city, begins a career. This build-up increases in a gradual curve, almost imperceptible until you realize <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">what is happening.</span> The style is changing along with the author, as she reveals the various foibles and traumas of school, personal relationships, and work-related choices.</p><p class="MsoNormal">In the last two essays, a fully realized marriage of art, style, and content suggest the satisfaction of having realized a dream. In one essay, the direction lines, flow chart-like, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><b><i>pace</i></b></span> the author and the reader in a choppy but purposeful stride. The final essay contains shadowy, ghost-like echoes of words, barely perceptible in strategic yet visually scattered places (read between the lines). Floating on a sophisticated evolved backdrop, this final piece displays a secure and fully realized artist’s hand as well as a firm control of the medium. Millman has, despite her <i>aha</i> moment of choosing ‘<i>branding</i>’ as a <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">practical</span></i> career, achieved what she tells us she really wants to be<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><b>:</b></span> an artist and a writer.</p>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-46994635611044660832010-07-24T11:09:00.000-07:002013-02-12T13:28:51.805-08:00The Need To Share<!--StartFragment--> <br />
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Interestingly, they feel no remorse or guilt at their rebuttal of your topic, having convinced themselves that their path in life has fences on each side. Your remarks are a weather event threatening these fences, and you have to be ‘put in your place’ in order for them to continue on their chosen path. Staying on that road means security; everything is familiar. They have learned to deal with rocky parts by breaking them into little pieces, stomping on them, kicking them out, and then going on their way.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: silver;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;">Looking back</span></span> is dangerous, revisiting past episodes is to be avoided. Visits often lead to questioning the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;">way </span>those episodes were handled, and that questioning is unsettling. </div>
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<i>P</i>eople who appreciate what you have to say and who share your enthusiasm for an event are <i>not</i> threatened by your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;">obvious</span> delight in an experience. They know what it’s like, as the same desire for sharing often happens to them. They too, enjoy a conversation about what has transpired or been felt, not necessarily to evoke change, but to bestow upon another a little of their own <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #330033;"><i>flavor.</i></span> When not in the presence of such kindred spirits, when your gift is about to be rejected,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>it's better to change your direction, and continue along to grow in an ever widening world of your own making.</div>
<!--EndFragment-->Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-62016536893184581152010-04-11T19:24:00.000-07:002011-01-16T20:46:49.075-08:00Talk about Reverberations!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">C</span></b></span>huck Redd appeared here with a six piece jazz group: piano, bass, clarinet, drum, and vocal. <div>Thinking about Lionel Hampton, Benny Goodman ("It's Gotta Be This or That"), Gene Krupa...</div><div>My parents' record collection</div><div>Reflections of piano hands in the mirror,</div><div>The vibraphonist's hands on his large '<i>keys'</i> </div><div>Reverberations of the sounds blend </div><div>as part of the music. </div><div>He just plays over the sounds - <i>vibing</i></div><div>Feels his way</div><div>Somehow reminds me of the day I witnessed</div><div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">a silent piano lesson....the way the fingers strike the keys....</span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Playing with no sound, just getting the touch right.</span></i></div></div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-65255838463272294882010-03-25T20:01:00.000-07:002010-04-05T08:57:18.658-07:00Paint What You Like and it will show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXvaYEVgRHWp0SiLkSfQ4JE9aO_LDIPlQY9zxhwlrQjRT0B-cvqKX-vY3jiwyLqmzAARiVrBv5nbiVgG2He_RyKJdXIpiVqSuzUFirnOONdPBEUK1by7oXKu1v-Q5naTJIVi8H0Wc6Dk/s1600/+Glass+Bowl+with+Marbles,+and+Figurines.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieXvaYEVgRHWp0SiLkSfQ4JE9aO_LDIPlQY9zxhwlrQjRT0B-cvqKX-vY3jiwyLqmzAARiVrBv5nbiVgG2He_RyKJdXIpiVqSuzUFirnOONdPBEUK1by7oXKu1v-Q5naTJIVi8H0Wc6Dk/s200/+Glass+Bowl+with+Marbles,+and+Figurines.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456661170848941010" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">W</span></span></span>hen I was painting the marbles in the round glass bowl, it gave me such joy. Adding the other elements, the McDonalds figurine, the Cinderella figurine, the little ceramic pillbox with the red shoe on top, the catalogue from the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Alex Katz </span>painting show with Ada on the cover in the red coat-it all seemed to come together by itself. Like the painting took on a life. There was very little about the experience I did not like. When I think about painting, when it flows like that, when you go from start to finish in a swoop, regardless of how long it really takes, the outcome is joyous, both to me, the painter, and to the person who looks at the finished work. The joy comes through. The doubt never really surfaces, there is no doubt- about the subject, the composition, the paint quality, the color. It just <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">works</span></span>.Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-90674478668255940232010-03-20T09:11:00.000-07:002010-04-05T18:05:18.200-07:00Reverberations<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">W</span></span></span>hen a chorus sings inside a church, perhaps a Baroque structure, sound often lasts a while after the voices pause. The sound may go on by itself, bouncing off walls. Choir members learn to watch the conductor to know when to start again...how long to wait.<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">W</span>hen one speaks and then there is silence, do the words seem to bounce off walls or off the person spoken to? Once in a while just let those words bounce around in the air instead of filling the space quickly with more words. At times it's interesting to speak and then wait. While listening to this silent reverberation, the meanings of words may change or expand, to broaden the experience for speaker or listener.</div><div><br /></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">W</span></b>ords come back, in our minds. It just requires pausing when someone writes or talks. Pay attention to those echoes before responding. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">If</span> responding! It is a choice, always a<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"> choice</span>.</div><div><br /><br /></div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-1330638789959705872010-03-18T17:30:00.000-07:002010-04-06T11:13:05.770-07:00Choices<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b>J</b></span></span></span>ust today I heard about someone who had to suddenly choose between two events. He chose to go on the path that was planned in advance, and not change plans. He thought about who would be most affected. Someone may feel that you should have chosen differently. You have to make the decision based on how you will feel after you decide. Sometimes you don't know until you do. Sometimes, you get a chance to backtrack if that is what you decide: 'I changed my mind.' But it is your mind! to change or not.<br />The innermost core can be touched by a decision that comes up all of a sudden.<div><br /></div><div>It is not a moral issue. Not right or wrong. It is a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">choice</span>...which path you will take. Each path comes with different experiences, learnings and results. Deciding to wait until you are ready to act is another path. It may seem like you're standing still, but you are waiting. Waiting is an option. Everyone in time has to choose.</div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-90118778524025198952010-03-17T17:37:00.000-07:002010-04-05T19:02:01.939-07:00Decisions<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">G</span></b></span></span>ood and Bad decisions? Or just choosing different paths. One decision is one path, another decision is another path. Another choice. Choices sound less stressful than decisions. If the word 'decision' means choice and not good or bad, right or wrong, it is not stressful. And you may sleep better at night: "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I chose to do it this way</span>."- instead of- "I made a good or bad decision."Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-50011017633580103522010-03-13T17:22:00.000-08:002010-04-05T18:18:38.361-07:00Saturday Night Blind Side Notes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><b>J</b></span></span></span>ust finished reading The Blind Side by Michael Lewis. Learned a lot about football. Nothing like a great human interest story to sneak in some technical information. The way the book morphs between the two is seamless. The blind side, the formerly invisible position that saves the day is food for thought. Not everyone needs published praise and honor but rewards come in many forms. It can be satisfying to be an unsung (well paid?) hero. Teamwork, background singers, sidemen...chorus. Thinking about personal experiences, situations, when not stepping forward yet still stepping up to the plate, works. <div><br /></div><div>No spotlight, no diva, no pressure; working for a common cause. The players know. The reward is harmony. And victory. Very satisfying to be in a picture that is more than the sum of its parts.</div><div><br /></div><div>The blind side. Playing the blind side...holding back, yet aggressively protecting your interests. Waiting for circumstances to play out. Not attempting to resolve situations that have yet to materialize. Not rushing the play. Standing firm to one side, but not on the sidelines. It's a deceptively active play that doesn't call attention to itself, yet enables a way to appear, a road to show up, a creative solution to develop.</div><div><br /></div><div>You want to solve a problem. It is a definite plan: open ended. Allows things to evolve. </div><div><br /></div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-53071371115283658242010-03-07T07:52:00.000-08:002010-04-06T11:14:39.426-07:00Use The Past<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">P</span></b></span></span>hillip Lim, interviewed in today's Times Magazine: "I pass this framed piece every morning on my way out of my bedroom. It says, "Never Look Back." That's a big motto for me." When asked about his worst design, he says "<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">I don't regret. I move on</span>."<div><br /></div><div>So simple and profound a motto. I am always drawing on the past. I think it informs what I do now and what I will do in the future. I have an affinity for late 40's and 50's kitchenware, tablecloths and dishcloths, cookbooks, music. When I find an object from this era in a thrift shop I feel a kinship with it. The learning here is to use or acknowledge that which is the past, figuring out how it can positively accessorize what is to come. Regret is a very strong word. If regret stops you from moving on, it can be quite a roadblock, a procrastinator, ultimately a paralysis.<div><br /></div><div>It is a wonderful attitude and mood lifter to develop or morph the "look backs' into today's needs. In my case, they never really go away. They come to me in the middle of the night, and play over again like scratchy broken records suspended in time. To me, these clips of memories are very real. I think security was taken for granted until I could really understand the meaning of words. Words can be so powerful, despite 'sticks and stones can break your bones but words will never harm you'. Spoken words consciously or unconsciously often motivate negative or positive behavior.<div><br /></div><div>Yet, being impressionable or sensitive defines an artist, who can look at things while they are happening and after they happen, and use these reflections as motivation to create. Objectivity comes in the ability to stand back a bit, as an observer. When it gels, that's the aha moment!<div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-27203051585689575042010-03-06T18:51:00.000-08:002010-04-08T17:24:12.439-07:00Watching The Day Evolve<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">I</span></b></span>t is not necessary to control the day. Nice to watch it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">evolve</span> and be a participant. You can offer choices as to how the day might be spent, and decide which choice seems to feel right. Any choice might work. Any choice will have different results. But often there is no urgency or "right or wrong' choice to make. Just different paths.<br /><br />Horoscope today said "ONLY YOU are the judge of whether you are successful." Nice. No one else's opinion can possibly be the answer to whether or not you are successful. What a relief. It is inside of you. Your own personal goals. Satisfaction when you achieve some goal that is yours alone.<br /><br />It can be as simple as eating healthy all day long. Or for two hours at a time. Or exercising. Or spending two hours painting. Or going for a long walk. Whatever is your need at the time.<br /><br />It can be figuring out a problem that has caused some worry. Waiting till you feel right about the solution or direction you want to go...till the decision feels right. No one can say your decision is not right, because it is right for you. Once you go through this process of internal review, contemplation, waiting till the right moment to act, you will save yourself from doubt.<br /><br />At the end of the day, sleepy time, review your happy accomplishment. That one thing can make you smile as you start your dreams for tomorrow: that you achieved a goal that is meaningful to you.<br /><br />People sense the pride in yourself and see your smile. It is relaxing to be around someone who is happy with themselves. By achieving your own special private goals...inch by inch...you live your life <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">consciously</span> and in the moment.Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-9740401697011071242010-03-05T15:56:00.000-08:002010-04-08T17:22:19.390-07:00Wait. It Will Come<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">T</span></b></span></span>oday I thought about how sometimes when questioning what to do, a 'sign' will materialize and lead to your own right decision. It is not usually necessary to make an immediate decision when faced with a situation. When you keep your mind open or tuned in, something often happens that helps make the decision easy! And of course, when you test the waters, by thinking how you will feel making the decision, you will know if it will be right for you. Uneasiness or doubt means give it some more thought- a better solution may present itself. Or, your feelings about it may change, once more facts or options or circumstances come into the picture. And how nice it feels, to be <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">comfortable</span> with the final decision after this process takes place.<br /><br /><div>Painting sometimes involves starts and stops. Maybe it requires a bit of stepping back. Waiting, thinking, learning, and then getting back to the canvas can ultimately advance the work. It is easier to look at the work objectively when you step back, out of the room, then revisit the canvas. The origional motivation, that fresh look, can be sustained by keeping in mind your origional intent. Details tend to clutter up that goal. Backing up, as it were, refreshes the 'one look' concept. From across a room at a gallery or museum, what makes you want to come up and view a picture more intimately? It starts with scanning the room and directing your focus to what moves you, from way back.<br /><br /></div><div>And keeping your options open, working fairly loose and open ended will give you all the space you need to go in whatever direction you feel will work. It is amazing how accidents, circumstances, experiments, freedom, can further something in the direction that makes it work.</div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-45739421579682868232010-03-04T20:57:00.000-08:002010-04-06T11:10:15.684-07:00Self Image, Modern Love<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">A</span></b></span></span>fter reading last week's Modern Love column in the Sunday Styles section, I have been thinking about the ways our parents thought of us. How they communicated those feelings affect how we feel about ourselves today. Going back in time, I thought about situations in which an opinion was offered and how it made me feel. How our parents reacted to us can feed a positive or negative image that we may carry around for years. Being blamed for something, justly or not, is one example. Because a parent said it,does that make it true? Reflect back on it as an adult.<div><br /></div><div>One of my friends today says 'follow your heart' in making decisions. How you feel about the pros and cons of a situation is a way to influence your ultimate choice. If the thought of traveling some possible road makes me uneasy, I have to think why- and maybe that choice is not right. I want to know why it creates the uncomfortable feeling. Other people around us also may comment on some thing about ourselves and because of past interactions with parents, we might attach importance to that comment and add it to the picture in our mirror.<div><br /></div><div>The Modern Love essay inferred that sometimes there is a misinterpretation...of a photo or situation that could be viewed in another way that changes its meaning entirely. Reviewing things that happened so many years ago, our memory is selective. Putting another spin on words spoken at that time can break a chain of doubt and self consciousness, to relieve anxiety associated with the words or event.</div><div><br /></div><div>Confidence is an elusive entity...often affected by the slightest wind. I't's helpful to realize that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">true</span> knowledge of ones self can be a steady undercurrent and those ripples at the surface are just that, temporary weather conditions.</div></div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-8846944197656556962010-02-28T21:17:00.000-08:002010-04-08T17:28:55.874-07:00Art and Chita Rivera<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">S</span></span></b></span>aw Chita Rivera tonight in her one woman show, backed by a fabulous band including her trio: piano, bass, drummer. The drummer had such finesse: young guy, in total control. He was stage front and moved through the music effortlessly. What a show! <div><br /></div><div>Perfect polish for Ms. Rivera.... at home on the stage; she's in character for every song. No inhibitions...a consumate artist. What a motivator and teacher: to be free on stage in front of a large audience and be able to go into yourself and pull out such feeling. Her costumes, props, progress from song to song, even her short sips of water were sophisticated and charming. This is a STAR.<br /><br />A performance like this illustrates that to be an artist, to create art in it's various forms, you need to meld technique with expressiveness. No self consciousness, or holding back, worrying what the audience will think. Being completely in the moment and not questioning or looking in the mirror. The audience becomes part of the show, part of the book, painting, rhythm of the dance. It all comes together in an experience that is unique. </div><div><br /></div><div>I think I was most taken by Ms. Rivera's extreme <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">belief </span>in what she was doing. Wrapping her body around each character in turn, she 'became' each of the women in every song she sang. And yet subsequently discussed with the audience how she differed from those women in real life. Art is magic..ageless.</div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-69873628668369578852010-02-27T16:56:00.002-08:002010-04-07T12:45:56.355-07:00Friends and Long Beach, staying in touch<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">W</span></span></b></span>hen you are young, it is a kind of status thing to have friends. But then you learn that it is not how many but the quality. When you don't have to work at it, it is real. Sometimes a spoken word has to be explained or danced around, but a so what attitude helps. What is important is the unconditional nature of it. No need to dress; words, attitude, actions, intent are apparent and easy with a friend. <div><br /></div><div>And fun to find out that sex has nothing to do with it. This opens up a wonderful way to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">facet</span> your life. You see and hear your ideas bounced back by anyone you like. People I grew up with have such an affinity for one another. Small town life has created this cocoon of comfort. Certain things are understood as we all were raised and schooled in similar surroundings: the city by the sea..Long Beach, New York. Then we all left for college, work, the Long Island Railroad to NY and Brooklyn, different states, different vocations. We found the world was not all Long Beach. </div><div><br /></div><div>So years later it's nice to reconnect with our homegrown peers, and nest among those who know and knew us well. We can sit back and relax, our proving done, and just enjoy what we know is important. Friendship.</div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-34313606611161532492010-02-23T20:18:00.000-08:002010-04-07T12:55:28.012-07:00Watching Others to Learn About Yourself<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b>H</b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">ow others present themselves</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span></span>can be studied just like reading a book. Browsing an art exhibit, taking the time to speak with the artists to see what their point of view might be, what motivated them, is all about learning.<div><br /></div><div>How the individual artists relate to their audience is also interesting. One artist takes the time to explain to a viewer how he enters international shows, and the pleasure he gets when he achieves or earns points from judges for his photographs. He even offers suggestions as to what the judges are accepting in order to help someone else. He gives freely of his knowledge and experience and takes pleasure in this. A totally pleasant experience all around and for so many reasons and on so many levels.</div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-82534389040645233562010-02-22T13:04:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:13:34.235-07:00Creativity<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">A</span></b></span></span> day does not go by when creativity does not matter. Even if it appears to be a backdrop for an activity -this preparation is indispensible. If it is there all the time, there is a reason. It is more important than I understood.<br /><br />How important this part of my make-up is, how really necessary-for doing what I feel I am capable of. Anytime I ever denied this part of myself-this necessary path explored-I have not felt like me.Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-32564705723365493332010-02-20T13:50:00.000-08:002010-04-07T15:28:54.302-07:00Thoughts on Painting<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;color:#3366FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">"</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">the first thing you see is the last thing you do." Helen Van Wyk book: Welcome to My Studio<br /></span><br /></span><div><span>You can really build on this remark. and..."the silhouette of her hair as it encountered the background." Poetry! </span></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>Paint colors are a keyboard of opportunity. They relate to sharps and flats, major and minor. It is not a stretch to think this way. A quiet color.... a feeling evoked. Grey....and all it's implications, alone or in a mix. A dark for emphasis!</div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-30585667744168650542010-02-20T12:18:00.000-08:002010-04-09T19:13:58.416-07:00Learning every day, Inside out<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">T</span></b></span></span>oday I read these important words: "Yes, the disease is progressive, but so is science." <div>This does not refer to a specific disease, it is an affirmation of hope for anyone suffering and hoping for a cure. </div><div>"Biology isn't destiny." More of the same. From Neurology Now Magazine. Meaning a diagnosis isn't definitive, because we never can really know what the outcome will be.</div><div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">"What had been slowly leaking, years and years, the person who said "I." <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; ">Last line of a poem by Rachel Hadas in "Speak Up" in Neurology Now, Jan/Feb 2010.</span></span></div><div>Slowly leaking....that part that might have been neglected through the years. Without even being aware. What could stop anyone from being ones self? From cultivating what's inside and allowing it to grow?</div><div><div><br /></div><div>The person who said I. Thinking about how one feels about each thing they do. Stepping back and reflecting about anything before doing it. Listening to feelings and the way<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> </span>those<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"> feelings could be tied to intellect</span>. Thinking before acting in order to make comfortable choices. Consciously deciding how to live each day.</div><div><br /></div><div>What could stop a person from giving feelings respect? This is the core of what was leaking. </div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;">Happy</span> times remembered <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF0000;"></span>are clues. Activities with people who mattered. It's amazing that some of the same people still matter. And they can reoccur and play a part now, in the "person who comes back to I." Enveloped in various layers, even as years brought changes. Clues to what one still wanted. Patient, sometimes impatient, and often ready to burst, hoping one would get on with it already! Fortunate if one can find ways to welcome them back.</div></div><div><br /></div><div>And there have been dress rehearsals, although one was unaware. </div><div><br /></div><div>And so not to be doomed 'dying with all the music inside,' one needs to find a way to plug the leaking 'I.' To allow all the self to be. To configure today so the writing can continue, inside out. </div></div>Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1341020441245331090.post-24814447503737945072009-09-17T18:48:00.000-07:002010-04-08T17:38:59.599-07:00Anticipation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3366FF;">P</span></b></span></span>lanning a trip. looking forward to all who I will see. Nice to have a plan that combines many objectives.Louise E.D.Hermanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08315552133918155354noreply@blogger.com0