I have twenty pieces of art in my home – paintings, photos, batik.  Mostly I don’t notice them.  What a loss.

So it is with my yesterdays and my today.  Tomorrow doesn’t have to follow suit.  These are powerful images.  They deserve to have an impact on me so I can be buoyed up by their presence and pass on their energy to the people I meet.

I notice that I walk by my walls without turning my head to see.  Either I catch my paintings out of the corner of my eye or I don’t even see them.  I’m moving on the top line next to the wall shown by the bottom line:

What if I paused at a hanging creation and turned to face it?  My view is the vertical line, the wall is the horizontal one:

I can look … linger … and absorb.  Who is this?  What are they saying to me?  Am I willing to stop?

This morning I took photos of four of my pieces.  They’re the ones that I’ve especially ignored.  I need to let them touch me.  I need to turn towards …

Voilà:

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Four friends

Actually six

Friends should not be abandoned