snow. seurat.
'What I said is, just what I`m hoping for.' - Adele, Daydreamer
Georges Seurat has always been one of my favourite artists (despite still not knowing exactly how to pronounce his name). So this afternoon, standing on a bridge on my way to collect the kids, I looked up. Above and all around me was a swirling mass of snowflakes. Little pinpoints of white against a grey sky.
Just like being in a Seurat.
Beautiful.
Hey Ash,
I don't know what I'm more happy about - finding you again on the internet and seeing that, much like myself, you're also in this state of metamorphosis, finding your true self (I am very much in awe of how openly you write about this. I can't do that (yet?)), or seeing that you are one of the very few people out there appreciating Georges Seurat, one of my two favorite painters. When we meet, I'll tell you how to pronounce the surname (Michael keeps telling me he wants to revisit Amsterdam - maybe we can get together then?
Viv (remember me?)
PS: ETA - the happiness about the metamorphosis thing obviously has a lot to do with not being on my own in this struggle anymore...
Love that... snow can make you feel like being in his paintings. However, until you said it, I wouldn't have made the connection.
:)