I’ve been thinking about Edvard Munch’s “The Scream” painting a lot today for some reason. I’ve always taken it as a very somber reflection of the horrors of humanity, but upon looking at it today, it really is a very silly little caricature of a face. That might be a blasphemous attitude to take regarding Art, but there it is.
Today in class, we discussed stories as containers of mystery with which we might pluck out joy. This brought me to thinking about “The Secret Garden” by Frances Hodgson Burnett. “Mistress Mary, quite contrary…” I’ve also had Oscar Wilde on my brain today…again that old quote about being yourself…
I was tethered to reality by meeting to plan a meal with a good friend today. We’re planning a dinner party for later this month, full of autumn veggies, lamb, and galette…
I am too tired for a long post tonight. I am fighting to pull myself out of my brain today…
