To Do List

So much to do, so little time...
or  very bad time management. :-|

Been wanting to complete my current sunset or sunrise painting (inspired from an online photo of a painting) and another, which has been in my head and I am itching to start on that. I am going to make this one on canvas for sure. I draw my inspiration for this original (i hope) idea from the mobius strip [lol, wut!]. It is continous, non-oriented (or unbiased), and has many other fun properties which, if equated to life, creates even more fun.

I find that pain, sadness and other such negative, or semi-negative ideas make me want to portray it in a painting. But then, I am currently worried that noone will see what I see in it. Of course, my paintings mostly involve color as a basis, but there is additional explanation to all that happens in it.
I wonder if I can write a parah explaining my painting. Will it then cease to be a work of art, as people were not inherently able to understand my painting?

Does art need to be understood? People love discussing famous paintings, and talking about what they see in it, and if it was the painter's intention to depict what they inferred. I wish some day, people would discuss my paintings. I hope I can be present at the time when they discuss it.

With this, I am itching to finish it. I hope I get the courage to complete it soon!

I chose not to go down that road

The Road Not Taken

- poem by Robert frost.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.[1]

Oh Those electric cars!

We [3 of us] had the 'pleasure' of going from Redmond to Seattle for a play and back in an electirc car-LEaf. NEVER BUY THAT! or anything that requires a charging station, and takes 6-7 hours to get charged. We barely just made it to my hosue, where I picked my car, and then we barely made it to an electric charging station in office, with 3 miles to spare.

It turns out you need to register cars so you can charge them there. So we drove back , got the charger, and came back to park the car near a charging point. When my friend switched on that car, it showed 0 miles! So we called it a night and I dropped the LEaf owner home. Today morning, my friend is still stuck with the car at office, and he s called his rental guys [ car was from a rental place] to help him out.
The car shows 80 miles, but dint even manage 40 miles. A hybrid makes sense, as in this case we could have filled fuel and got back home happily. Hence a prius is really good, but anyone being more ambitious than that can "go jump".

Two mini coopers saved the day :)

Freud's last session- a play at Taproot theatre

Some play that was! I was pleasantly surprised on many accounts. I had no clue about freud or Lewis until after the play. I was skeptical about watching a play that has 2 pple just talking.
I went to get to know the enigma that Freud s supposed to have been.

However, the dialogue between the 2 is so engrossing, and witty with slight humor, tht I never realized how time flew.
freud is atheist, and lewis a turned believer, and the dialogue is a debate between atheist and theist, both of esteemed knowledge. however I found it diss appointing that the debate did not capture what made Freud an enigma. Moreover, it seemed biased to me in the sense somehow I feel Freud wEd have given much stronger arguments than what is shown in te play. Lewis actually was shown pretty well- I don't know if it's because the director chose to make theism win , I just feel it was unjust.
What actually made me write this blog is Lewis' dialogue at the end of the play. He says:
My definition of God keeps changing over and over again, and it's bafflig(?) but I choose to not give up. It's like the difference between choosing between clarity of the head and no clarity ( reference to Freud taking aspirin since stronger pain killers will not allow a clear head).
Beautiful thought .
Lovely play.

Temporarily defined the Tern

Do you see her,
can you spot her?
Of course u can!
the question is,
can you recognize her
for what she really is?

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She knows who she is, and she defines herself. Others cant see the Tern, and we are extremely glad that is the case :)
I write this with the confidence knowing who I am, what I am. :) The tern is back [ i cant stop saying that]

The clouds cleared over me as I went for a walk :)

I am gonna write again, and write regularly. The curse has been lifted, I have been cured. :)

One has to repent for the wrong doings, and wait till the clouds on your name and soul clear. I havent forgotten my misdeeds, no. I do remember them, but somehow now I feel I dont need to put myself in misery for them.
The wisdom gained from mistakes will remain, and I hope it does forever. I hope I never ever repeat them again. But I am glad to notice the signs that something above has sent to me, that its over, and lets recover. Slowly, and steadily, but recovery it is.
Its back to beliving in myself, my choices, my dreams and ambitions, and belieiving that I know who and what I am.
Feels good to be back Arctic Tern! :) missed ya.

No, I am not going to change the definition, but I am bringing back the old one. That is me, and she is back :) wise enough to not remove that. :)