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I have arrived my wonderful friends! Yeah, I'm home. I can't believe how gorgeous it is here, how fantastic the weather is. I can walk out of the house without a jacket, and sporting flip-flops and not be cold. And it's delightful. I never knew I could miss my family so much until I saw their smiling faces at the airport.
It's overwhelming being back. There is so much I want to do and so many people I want to see and spend time with, but I need to learn to take it slow. I have the tendency to overbook myself and not take care of me. And that it not always good. I'm trying to learn to balance things better. So bear with me everyone.
In London, I fell in love with two painters: Frida Kahlo and Edvard Munch. I was even lucky enough to have had the chance to view the real artwork done by these two in England. I delight in Frida because I can relate to her in a physical way. Frida let all of her emotions out on canvas and her work is brilliant. She was sick almost her whole life. She had polio as a child and when she was 18 she was involved in a terrible bus accident. She was in the hospital for so long, and was stuck in bed for many years to follow. All she could do was paint. She would paint about anger and the hurt she felt, both physically and psychologically. She had this batty marriage to a guy named Diego and their relationship was just torment for her. She gave so much and got nothing in return from him. I admire her most because she always accentuated her flaws. Others would want to hide glitchs or to abstain their imperfections. Not Frida, she was known for highlighting her upper-lip hair. What chick out there would make note of that, huh? She accepted all that God gave her, she didn't want to misrepresent who she was. I need to learn how to do that. You know, really embrace what God gives me.
I connect with Munch on many varied levels. The Scream is probably his most familiar painting and you could describe it as an anguished expression of isolation and fear. He also deals with sickness, which I greatly understand. I could just stare at his art perpetually. It's haunting and lovely at the same time...because you really can sympathize with his state of mind. He was a great deal of comfort these last 3 months because I really understood his spirit. Everything has breathe, everyone loves and suffers. He knows how to make lines and shapes dance in harmony. Ahhhh, I just adore him.
Anyway, enough about that rant. I'm tired. I haven't had energy in a long time. I'm hoping getting back on a schedule will help that. What are ya'll doing for Christmas, anyone going to be in town? I will. I hope to be seeing you guys soon...