Saturday, November 14, 2015

A gentle corner

Last night, amid the terrible news coming out of Paris, I attended my friend's art showing. The artist is Janice Movson. Her ceramic sculptures are beautiful and haunting, the figures seeming to hold the ache of the world. Everyone was shelled shocked by what was happening overseas, but for a couple of hours we allowed ourselves to be enveloped in a communal art space, a gentle corner away from the horrors unfolding elsewhere.

The two young women are lifelong friends of my daughter, girls I love dearly, who went to school with my girl from childhood on. The artist whose work was being shown was our children's art teacher for 10 years. The young women were there taking coats and bags for Janice, because the bonds formed at that sweet little school have endured. I love that all these connections have lasted. I'm sentimental. I hold on.


  1. And as we grow older, we become more aware of that which needs to be let go of and that which needs to be held on to.

    1. I completely agree! Looks like a wonderful exhibition...Hugs!

  2. Thank you Angella.
    Jaime in Asheville

  3. As your very own blog says, "love is the what" ...

  4. This is, indeed, a gentle corner. I teared up at the photo of the older man and woman -- the way it's framed, the blurry background, their engrossment in one another. It moved me so much. I love, too, that you hold on.

  5. Love, love, love that top picture. It reminds me of our class trips to the MET. I think first graders could do incredible observational drawings of these sculptures.