Breakfast at Tiffany’s

AudreysmDay 20 of 100 days of painting

The painting above is of Audrey Hepburn, my mom’s favorite actress and I can see why.  A classy woman with such effortless beauty. She was a kind soul as well, helping the world in so many ways.  If you haven’t seen Breakfast at Tiffany’s then now is the time.  This was done in mixed media/acrylic.  I really enjoyed the process of creating this piece, it came to me quite easily, there was a nice flow.  I think I finished this in 3 days but I ended up paying a price for it.

 I was so tired today that I gave myself permission to take a nap.  Feeling a bit sleep deprived, kind of like the days when I had an infant to take care of.  Sometimes ending up painting from 9pm to 1am and not realizing it until my husband calls me to come to bed.  Time no longer exists when one is in the creative process.  I am now realizing that I need to pace myself, maybe put a timer on for myself.  The problem is that I am in a rush to get somewhere.  Aren’t we all?   I am new to all of this, an amateur artist figuring my way out there in the art world.  How to approach galleries?  Should I put my work up in cafes?  Art fairs? The list goes on, lets just say it’s a bit overwhelming. 

Then the negative self talk sets in, the nasty little Ogres  inside my head (as my life coach/friend Julie would put it).  “Who will buy my work, is it good enough, is all this effort going to pay off?”.  All I know is that I need to trust that everything will turn out fine.  The best any of us can do in life is put our best foot forward each day.    Are some days more challenging than others?   Of course!  An abstract piece I just started has been quite difficult to finish.  When I complained to my husband about it, he pointed out that it’s all about trial and error.  That we have to keep making mistakes until we finally get our desired outcome.  So true, wise words from a wise man.  

This poem was a favorite of Audrey Hepburn:

Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

~ By this Gentleman, as mentioned below.

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One comment on “Breakfast at Tiffany’s

  1. DonnaBMeir says:

    Love, love, LOVE!!! I think this might be my favorite one.

    Like

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