|Sarah and I. We are at a dinner party in Chicago, at the home of her aunt. In the background is a large abstract painting I did in 2007.|
|Paris Street; Rainy Day, by Gustave Caillebotte |
French, 1848–1894 Collection of the Art Institute of Chicago
|Land meets the sea, Kauai, Hawaii|
“The very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.”
The past thirty days, THE DREAM delivered unusual and entrancing episodes into the chapters of my life. I am a whirling dervish, with little care for possessions, so it was not hard to move out of the house I had been living in for the past year. After all, I have a studio, and recently started a gallery to show my art. My fiancé took some of my things for safekeeping into her home, and just as the days began to chill and leaves began falling, I went to Santa Barbara, California, where my parents live.
|At the beach, Santa Barbara|
|Rose, growing in my mother's backyard|
|The endless sea, wild and free.|
|Halo around the sun, with Palm trees in front.|
Ten days later we arrived in Chicago, the “windy city” on Lake Michigan, where sturdy buildings of steel and glass reach high into the air, disappearing into clouds overhead. Everything is available—museums, institutions of higher learning, vast commerce, science and industry, fine dining, entertainment, taxis, trains, busses.
|Sarah, on her 25th birthday, 11-11-2011|
|Dancing in a club . . .|
One month of whirlwind sites and sounds, and here I have made a photomontage. As it is said, a picture is worth one thousand words.
|Seen at the Shedd Aquatrium|
|Baha'i Temple, Wilmette, outside Chicago|