Status Updates From All the Beauty in the World...

Strangely, I think I am grieving for the end of my acute grief. The loss that made a hole at the center of my life is less on my mind than sundry concerns that have filled the hole in. And I suppose that is right and natural, but it's hard to accept.

The author is posted in the Musical Instruments gallery....
"I imagine myself in a less cautious museum, one that would hire some fantastically musical person to....mess around with the instruments. In full view of the public, day after day she could teach herself the Persian kama niche, the Japanese koto, the Sioux courting flute, the Italian harpsichord . You cannot imagine how popular this would be.

Grief is among other things a loss of rhythm. You lose someone, it puts a hole in your life, and for a time you huddle down in that hole.

I am sometimes not sure what is more remarkable: that life lives up to great paintings, or that great paintings live up to life.