Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Treasure finds




















Table cloth from Value Village $5.99 
French market basket $3.99 
Ballet Slipper from Sears $14.99

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

'70s
























Arrived at New York in the 70s, not by Mayflower but Pan Am. Rudolf Nureyev at the Lincoln Cener, Van Morrison at the Village, Love Story at Radio City, Simon and Garfunkel's Bridge over Troubled Water all over town, and a bartenter/actor bought me a drink, a huge 1L size glass white wine.... It was the beginning of beautiful friendship with New York City.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

Café Le Hibou









































Café Le Hibou was an internationally known coffee house established in Ottawa, Canada, operating from 1960 to 1975. In the spring of 1975, Le Hibou closed its doors. A series of farewell concerts were held, featuring a week hosted by Bruce Cockburn with friends, and a week hosted by Sneezy Waters with friends. The last day, we bought home a table, a memorandum of a bygone era.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Forever Young, Bob!
























The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
The answer is blowin' in the wind...
It took a life time to learn that there's no answer in the wind.
Happy 70th Birthday, Bob!

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Can art change our life? YES, YES, YES ..... YES.





























Krzysztof Kieślowski  27 June 1941 – 13 March 1996 
Trois Couleurs: Bleu 
Trois Couleurs: Rouge 
The Double Life of Véronique


Monday, May 9, 2011

Art is a lie

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth, at least the truth that is given to us to understand.
















Friday, April 15, 2011

How can we know the dancer from the dance?










Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
Nor blear-eyed wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?
Among School Children, W. B. Yeats